*Goooooooooooood morning, my lovely entities from beyond the veil! How art thou today?*
*I AM WONEDRFUL!!! How art thou??*
*I am wonderful as well! Good to hear you're doing alright! :D*
*YIPPIIIIEEEEEE!!! Would you like to rp from my wonderous cast of characters???*
*Sure, I'd love to! Are there any of my characters you would like?*
*Doesnt matter to me! Play whomever makes ye happy*
Theren is boxing in a fight ring, blood trickles from his nose and lips as he circles his opponent.
Leo is tinkering on Festus, the dragon deactivated for now. Leo's legs stick out from the chest cavity.
Oscar is wandering through the town, looking around in wonder.
Helianth is also wandering through the town, the Elder Evil ambiently siphoning light as it does. The air is notably colder around the enigmatic horror.
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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)
*Goooooooooooood morning, my lovely entities from beyond the veil! How art thou today?*
*I AM WONEDRFUL!!! How art thou??*
*I am wonderful as well! Good to hear you're doing alright! :D*
*YIPPIIIIEEEEEE!!! Would you like to rp from my wonderous cast of characters???*
*Sure, I'd love to! Are there any of my characters you would like?*
*Doesnt matter to me! Play whomever makes ye happy*
Theren is boxing in a fight ring, blood trickles from his nose and lips as he circles his opponent.
Leo is tinkering on Festus, the dragon deactivated for now. Leo's legs stick out from the chest cavity.
Oscar is wandering through the town, looking around in wonder.
Helianth is also wandering through the town, the Elder Evil ambiently siphoning light as it does. The air is notably colder around the enigmatic horror.
Oscar, despite his broken armor and chipped sword, stands firm.
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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.
*Doesnt matter to me! Play whomever makes ye happy*
Theren is boxing in a fight ring, blood trickles from his nose and lips as he circles his opponent.
Leo is tinkering on Festus, the dragon deactivated for now. Leo's legs stick out from the chest cavity.
Oscar is wandering through the town, looking around in wonder.
Helianth is also wandering through the town, the Elder Evil ambiently siphoning light as it does. The air is notably colder around the enigmatic horror.
Oscar, despite his broken armor and chipped sword, stands firm.
The towering horror notices him being one of the few that does not retreat at the sight of it, and looks over at them. "Greetings." It rasps, its voice soft-spoken yet booming loud.
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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)
*Goooooooooooood morning, my lovely entities from beyond the veil! How art thou today?*
*Oh I am so devastatingly sorry I missed you before, dear Yvonne. I am doing well, and thou?*
*You needn't be sorry, it's perfectly fine. I'm doing well as well. Would thou liketh to rp?*
*Good to hear that you are doing well, I worry about you. I would like to rp, who would you like?*
*Hmmm... let's go with... Henry and another of your choice, please!*
*Okay, here you go.*
Henry has been resting a lot for the past few days, trying not to work himself too much. He's currently singing the song he wrote for KK, in practice for the actual performance he plans for her.
The 8th Fleet Ship, being a giant ship, full of people, hunters and shop workers, and any profession you could imagine, all of them feel the ship shake, as if some Colossus is coming near, and through the treeline, a Colossus can be seen, everyone goes silent for a moment, before Rag's head pokes into view, to which everyone cheers, some people seem to recognize him directly, younger have heard legend of Ragnerious, and Thorfinn, is over the moon to see his uncle come to visit.
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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.'
*Doesnt matter to me! Play whomever makes ye happy*
Theren is boxing in a fight ring, blood trickles from his nose and lips as he circles his opponent.
Leo is tinkering on Festus, the dragon deactivated for now. Leo's legs stick out from the chest cavity.
Oscar is wandering through the town, looking around in wonder.
Helianth is also wandering through the town, the Elder Evil ambiently siphoning light as it does. The air is notably colder around the enigmatic horror.
Oscar, despite his broken armor and chipped sword, stands firm.
The towering horror notices him being one of the few that does not retreat at the sight of it, and looks over at them. "Greetings." It rasps, its voice soft-spoken yet booming loud.
Oscar shakily reaches for his sword and shield. "H-hello."
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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.
*Goooooooooooood morning, my lovely entities from beyond the veil! How art thou today?*
*Oh I am so devastatingly sorry I missed you before, dear Yvonne. I am doing well, and thou?*
*You needn't be sorry, it's perfectly fine. I'm doing well as well. Would thou liketh to rp?*
*Good to hear that you are doing well, I worry about you. I would like to rp, who would you like?*
*Hmmm... let's go with... Henry and another of your choice, please!*
*Okay, here you go.*
Henry has been resting a lot for the past few days, trying not to work himself too much. He's currently singing the song he wrote for KK, in practice for the actual performance he plans for her.
The 8th Fleet Ship, being a giant ship, full of people, hunters and shop workers, and any profession you could imagine, all of them feel the ship shake, as if some Colossus is coming near, and through the treeline, a Colossus can be seen, everyone goes silent for a moment, before Rag's head pokes into view, to which everyone cheers, some people seem to recognize him directly, younger have heard legend of Ragnerious, and Thorfinn, is over the moon to see his uncle come to visit.
KK is continuing some of her research on the Old Blood, having moved her experiments a bit further into the warehouse so as to not accidentally spoil herself on any more of the song. She can still hear the basic melody, though none of the words, and faintly hums to the song as she works.
Mavis walks out from inside the ship, wondering what all the sudden cheering was for before noticing Rag. She's not very familiar with the legends around him, but still gives a friendly wave from amidst the crowd.
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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)
He nods. "Exactly like that."
Leo keeps a firms grasp on her hands. "Dear...look at me.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He puts the staff back, "What was their name?"
She slowly looks back up at them, her eyes full of genuine fear.
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.)
(Hi Theren)
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
"Dont quite remember. What i do remember is that it was one hell of a fight." he says with a kind smile.
He gently cups her face. "Remember my promise, my vow? Im gonna keep you safe no matter what. This included."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hmmm... let's go with... Henry and another of your choice, please!*
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)
Helianth is also wandering through the town, the Elder Evil ambiently siphoning light as it does. The air is notably colder around the enigmatic horror.
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)
He chuckles silently once more, "That's what the Arm-Strong family does best!" He flexes his arms, smiling back at them.
She nods slowly, leaning against them, wrapping her arms around them, though keeping her hands away. Leo notices a bit of blood on her lip.
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.)
Oscar, despite his broken armor and chipped sword, stands firm.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You should be proud of your bloodline kid."
He raises her chin a bit. "Your bleeding..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The towering horror notices him being one of the few that does not retreat at the sight of it, and looks over at them. "Greetings." It rasps, its voice soft-spoken yet booming loud.
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)
*Okay, here you go.*
Henry has been resting a lot for the past few days, trying not to work himself too much. He's currently singing the song he wrote for KK, in practice for the actual performance he plans for her.
The 8th Fleet Ship, being a giant ship, full of people, hunters and shop workers, and any profession you could imagine, all of them feel the ship shake, as if some Colossus is coming near, and through the treeline, a Colossus can be seen, everyone goes silent for a moment, before Rag's head pokes into view, to which everyone cheers, some people seem to recognize him directly, younger have heard legend of Ragnerious, and Thorfinn, is over the moon to see his uncle come to visit.
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 pushes himself back to standing, "Thank you, I am."
She nods a little bit, the blood seems to be coming from inside her mouth, though she doesn't open 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.)
Oscar shakily reaches for his sword and shield. "H-hello."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren smiles. "Good."
He gently tries to open her mouth to see where shes bleeding from
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He stretches, "Who's fighting in the next match?"
She lets them, bleeding quite a bit from where one of her back molars used to be.
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.)
"Neither one of us."
He wads up a paper towel and gently places it in her mouth to soak up the blood
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'm going to go watch, see if I can learn anything." He waves, walking out into the audience.
She lets them, letting the blood soak up as she hugs them, "T-thank 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.)
He nods, staying in the locker room.
"Of course dear." he gently rubs her back
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
KK is continuing some of her research on the Old Blood, having moved her experiments a bit further into the warehouse so as to not accidentally spoil herself on any more of the song. She can still hear the basic melody, though none of the words, and faintly hums to the song as she works.
Mavis walks out from inside the ship, wondering what all the sudden cheering was for before noticing Rag. She's not very familiar with the legends around him, but still gives a friendly wave from amidst the crowd.
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)
(Good place to end if you want to end it there.)
She looks up at them, "Bounty... hunter did it." She says, giving them a kiss on the cheek.
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.)