The orbs opens into wires that ensnare him, forcing him onto the ground. Leo places his foot on the mans head, forcing his face into the ground. "I dont think you remembered my threat." he snarls
*Dang, and this guy's only level 6*
He wiggles a hand to his utility belt, looking to grab something that'll get him out of this situation without, well, dying "I remember it vividly, I don't think you remembered mine. I told you I'd get Anastasia's bounty." He snarls back. SOH:11
Leo presses a blazing hot hand on their, burning it badly, 3rd degree burn level. "Maybe i should feed you to my dragon."
He grits his teeth, grunting in immense pain, "Don't be this way, I could've killed her, I was nice enough not to." He looks up and around them.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 orbs opens into wires that ensnare him, forcing him onto the ground. Leo places his foot on the mans head, forcing his face into the ground. "I dont think you remembered my threat." he snarls
*Dang, and this guy's only level 6*
He wiggles a hand to his utility belt, looking to grab something that'll get him out of this situation without, well, dying "I remember it vividly, I don't think you remembered mine. I told you I'd get Anastasia's bounty." He snarls back. SOH:11
Leo presses a blazing hot hand on their, burning it badly, 3rd degree burn level. "Maybe i should feed you to my dragon."
He grits his teeth, grunting in immense pain, "Don't be this way, I could've killed her, I was nice enough not to." He looks up and around them.
"I keep my word." he then starts to torch them
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There isn't much the bounty hunter can do to stop them, grunting in pain, not giving them the satisfaction of his screams, grabbing something on his belt. Make me a Con save, DC 16, or be stunned.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
There isn't much the bounty hunter can do to stop them, grunting in pain, not giving them the satisfaction of his screams, grabbing something on his belt. Make me a Con save, DC 16, or be stunned.
CON: 11
"SCREAM! CAUSE IM SURE SHE DID!" he roars, the flames intensifying.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There isn't much the bounty hunter can do to stop them, grunting in pain, not giving them the satisfaction of his screams, grabbing something on his belt. Make me a Con save, DC 16, or be stunned.
CON: 11
"SCREAM! CAUSE IM SURE SHE DID!" he roars, the flames intensifying.
He tries to live long enough to free himself while they are stunned, slowly freeing one of his arms and cutting himself free "I tried, I tried to be peaceful." (Stun lasts a minute)
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
There isn't much the bounty hunter can do to stop them, grunting in pain, not giving them the satisfaction of his screams, grabbing something on his belt. Make me a Con save, DC 16, or be stunned.
CON: 11
"SCREAM! CAUSE IM SURE SHE DID!" he roars, the flames intensifying.
He tries to live long enough to free himself while they are stunned, slowly freeing one of his arms and cutting himself free "I tried, I tried to be peaceful." (Stun lasts a minute)
Leo roars, Festus landing infront of him and body slamming the hunter. Attack: 11 Damage: 42
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There isn't much the bounty hunter can do to stop them, grunting in pain, not giving them the satisfaction of his screams, grabbing something on his belt. Make me a Con save, DC 16, or be stunned.
CON: 11
"SCREAM! CAUSE IM SURE SHE DID!" he roars, the flames intensifying.
He tries to live long enough to free himself while they are stunned, slowly freeing one of his arms and cutting himself free "I tried, I tried to be peaceful." (Stun lasts a minute)
Leo roars, Festus landing infront of him and body slamming the hunter. Attack: 20 Damage: 46
He takes the slam to the chest, the sound of bone crunching as he tries to escape, throwing down a smoke bomb and attempting to sneak away. Stealth:25
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
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.
After a while the melody stops, and KK can hear Henry coming over to where she is, though the progress is slow as to not strain his already tired body and progress any chance of the Old Blood renewing itself in his body. Once he sees her, he smiles, watching what they are working on from closeby.
Rag slowly makes his way over and Thorfinn finds Mavis, pointing them over to his uncle, to haves back at all of them. He hugs Mavis, smiling "I haven't seen ya all day, where've ya been?" He asks as he pulls back from hugging them.
She smiles as well. "I made something for you." She says, before picking up something that was leaning against the table and offering it to him- a cane, seemingly made out of bone and a bit of metal and the severed arm of a Mannequin. "It might help you keep your balance while your strength returns."
She hugs him back slightly, happy to see her friend. "I was down in the lower decks of the ship, getting my gear in order. Who is that?" She asks him, slightly gesturing to the approaching colossus in the distance.
He takes the cane joyfully, leaning in close and giving them a passionate kiss, analyzing it before smiling "Thank you, dear. This will certainly help, what progress have you made on our research? I am truly sorry that I have not been able to assist you, with my... lack of strength as it were."
"That's my uncle, Ragnerious, but just call 'em Rag. One of the only hunters to ever defeat an elder dragon on his own, and he did it with his bare hands too!" He says proudly, happy to consider that man his uncle.
"I'm glad you like it. The research has been going rather well- I think I might be close to figuring something out." She says, moving over to an apparatus on a table- an airtight container of the Old Blood placed over a metal plate with alchemical runes for fire carved into it, connected to a spiraling tube going down into another jar. "With this, we can boil Old Blood, and the vapors travel up into the spiral where they cool, eventually reaching the bottom as a liquid again. If it works like I hope it does, we'll be able to efficiently remove any solid impurities in the blood, filtering it."
"He fought an Elder Dragon on his own and won? Incredible!" She seems absolutely amazed.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
There isn't much the bounty hunter can do to stop them, grunting in pain, not giving them the satisfaction of his screams, grabbing something on his belt. Make me a Con save, DC 16, or be stunned.
CON: 11
"SCREAM! CAUSE IM SURE SHE DID!" he roars, the flames intensifying.
He tries to live long enough to free himself while they are stunned, slowly freeing one of his arms and cutting himself free "I tried, I tried to be peaceful." (Stun lasts a minute)
Leo roars, Festus landing infront of him and body slamming the hunter. Attack: 20 Damage: 46
He takes the slam to the chest, the sound of bone crunching as he tries to escape, throwing down a smoke bomb and attempting to sneak away. Stealth:35
Festus can still see him, charging after him
*gtg*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There isn't much the bounty hunter can do to stop them, grunting in pain, not giving them the satisfaction of his screams, grabbing something on his belt. Make me a Con save, DC 16, or be stunned.
CON: 11
"SCREAM! CAUSE IM SURE SHE DID!" he roars, the flames intensifying.
He tries to live long enough to free himself while they are stunned, slowly freeing one of his arms and cutting himself free "I tried, I tried to be peaceful." (Stun lasts a minute)
Leo roars, Festus landing infront of him and body slamming the hunter. Attack: 20 Damage: 46
He takes the slam to the chest, the sound of bone crunching as he tries to escape, throwing down a smoke bomb and attempting to sneak away. Stealth:35
Festus can still see him, charging after him
*gtg*
*See ya man, take care of yourself.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
"I'm glad you like it. The research has been going rather well- I think I might be close to figuring something out." She says, moving over to an apparatus on a table- an airtight container of the Old Blood placed over a metal plate with alchemical runes for fire carved into it, connected to a spiraling tube going down into another jar. "With this, we can boil Old Blood, and the vapors travel up into the spiral where they cool, eventually reaching the bottom as a liquid again. If it works like I hope it does, we'll be able to efficiently remove any solid impurities in the blood, filtering it."
"He fought an Elder Dragon on his own and won? Incredible!" She seems absolutely amazed.
He rubs his chin, thinking about the implications of such a discovery "But what if the impurities go deeper than simply what can be removed by turning the liquid into a vapor? Or in what case does it occur when it changes chemically via such a change? It is best we find out for ourselves I suppose." He says, walking over to look closer with them, using the cane, looking at them affectionately for such a gift.
He nods, "That's my uncle! He's a legend among monster hunters." Rag eventually does come over, standing along the side of the ship, more than half the height of the bow of the vessel, numerous people climbing down to meet him. Thorfinn waves down to them, turning to Mavis "Hey, do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend? Or anyone really? Or is that not your thing?" He asks out of sheer curiosity.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
"I'm glad you like it. The research has been going rather well- I think I might be close to figuring something out." She says, moving over to an apparatus on a table- an airtight container of the Old Blood placed over a metal plate with alchemical runes for fire carved into it, connected to a spiraling tube going down into another jar. "With this, we can boil Old Blood, and the vapors travel up into the spiral where they cool, eventually reaching the bottom as a liquid again. If it works like I hope it does, we'll be able to efficiently remove any solid impurities in the blood, filtering it."
"He fought an Elder Dragon on his own and won? Incredible!" She seems absolutely amazed.
He rubs his chin, thinking about the implications of such a discovery "But what if the impurities go deeper than simply what can be removed by turning the liquid into a vapor? Or in what case does it occur when it changes chemically via such a change? It is best we find out for ourselves I suppose." He says, walking over to look closer with them, using the cane, looking at them affectionately for such a gift.
He nods, "That's my uncle! He's a legend among monster hunters." Rag eventually does come over, standing along the side of the ship, more than half the height of the bow of the vessel, numerous people climbing down to meet him. Thorfinn waves down to them, turning to Mavis "Hey, do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend? Or anyone really? Or is that not your thing?" He asks out of sheer curiosity.
"I suppose it is. Why don't we find out now?" She says, adding an eyedropper of regular blood to the metal plate, which seems to take the offering, the runes glowing and emitting increasing amounts of heat until the Old Blood inside begins to boil. All the while, KK is taking notes about the reactions that occur.
Mavis waves to them as well, before thinking for a second. "No, I don't have a girlfriend at the moment. Never have, really. I guess it makes sense- you don't exactly meet people at the graveyard very often, and when you do, they're probably not in the mood to make friends."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
*Greetings, my unscrupulous soups! What's the word?*
Baegoji is maintaining his skills with his wooden sword. Some kids are petting Oris (his cat-snake mount) and watching him. Occasionally, Bae will explain what he's doing to the kids and why it's important.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I suppose it is. Why don't we find out now?" She says, adding an eyedropper of regular blood to the metal plate, which seems to take the offering, the runes glowing and emitting increasing amounts of heat until the Old Blood inside begins to boil. All the while, KK is taking notes about the reactions that occur.
Mavis waves to them as well, before thinking for a second. "No, I don't have a girlfriend at the moment. Never have, really. I guess it makes sense- you don't exactly meet people at the graveyard very often, and when you do, they're probably not in the mood to make friends."
He takes out his own notebook as he watches. It takes quite some time for the Old Blood to begin to boil, and an impressive amount of hear as well, before turning into a mist. When it is, some small black stones are left behind, the Old Blood forming on the other side, though it looks identical as it did before.
"Hmm, well you should be able to find someone now, you don't just work at a graveyard anymore." He says, patting their shoulder with a smile on his face, "And if you need any help, I might be able to, never really thought about it myself really, but maybe I can." He jumps off the side of the ship, sliding down the side.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
*Greetings, my unscrupulous soups! What's the word?*
Baegoji is maintaining his skills with his wooden sword. Some kids are petting Oris (his cat-snake mount) and watching him. Occasionally, Bae will explain what he's doing to the kids and why it's important.
*Wassup big man? Good to see you once more.*
Rag walks past, waving politely to him and his training before noticing Oris. He walks over , squatting down to pet the mount softly, smiling at the children and Baegoji himself, nodding respectfully.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
*Greetings, my unscrupulous soups! What's the word?*
Baegoji is maintaining his skills with his wooden sword. Some kids are petting Oris (his cat-snake mount) and watching him. Occasionally, Bae will explain what he's doing to the kids and why it's important.
*Greetings! How art thou today, brother?*
Helianth wanders nearby, nonchalantly slithering about through the landscape as it devours the light of the sun. Frost grows on the grass near it.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
Aix is wandering around town, humming to himself as he peruses the food stands. He is dressed in a long and baggy black cardigan with no shirt underneath, his gaunt torso on display, paired with a set of black and white checkered dress pants. He has already eaten a basket of fries, two chickens, fried moth's, fairy dragon's eyes mixed with wild rice and feywild vegetables, and an Oolong tea with brown sugar jelly and cream.
Samaritan is outside, making a bonfire. He is hauling dead trees over to a massive pit he dug out in the ground and breaking them up and throwing them into the crater. Sitting on a metal hook that hangs from a tree is the carcass of a crag cat, skinned, declawed, and deboned.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Greetings, my unscrupulous soups! What's the word?*
Baegoji is maintaining his skills with his wooden sword. Some kids are petting Oris (his cat-snake mount) and watching him. Occasionally, Bae will explain what he's doing to the kids and why it's important.
*Wassup big man? Good to see you once more.*
Rag walks past, waving politely to him and his training before noticing Oris. He walks over , squatting down to pet the mount softly, smiling at the children and Baegoji himself, nodding respectfully.
*Nothing much. Got up a while ago only to find that the computer will be free pretty much the entire day.*
The bizarre being purrs like an engine. The pint-sized 'human' plants his bokken into the ground, smiling back at Rag. "Hey there. I'm Baegoji. How about you?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I suppose it is. Why don't we find out now?" She says, adding an eyedropper of regular blood to the metal plate, which seems to take the offering, the runes glowing and emitting increasing amounts of heat until the Old Blood inside begins to boil. All the while, KK is taking notes about the reactions that occur.
Mavis waves to them as well, before thinking for a second. "No, I don't have a girlfriend at the moment. Never have, really. I guess it makes sense- you don't exactly meet people at the graveyard very often, and when you do, they're probably not in the mood to make friends."
He takes out his own notebook as he watches. It takes quite some time for the Old Blood to begin to boil, and an impressive amount of hear as well, before turning into a mist. When it is, some small black stones are left behind, the Old Blood forming on the other side, though it looks identical as it did before.
"Hmm, well you should be able to find someone now, you don't just work at a graveyard anymore." He says, patting their shoulder with a smile on his face, "And if you need any help, I might be able to, never really thought about it myself really, but maybe I can." He jumps off the side of the ship, sliding down the side.
She looks ecstatic, waving a hand and dispelling the heat, the runes shutting down, before delicately removing the container with the stones inside. "What are these? I don't think they were in the blood at first... did the heat cause it to crystallize?" She mutters to herself, setting the container down nearby.
"Yeah, maybe I will." She responds, smiling a bit as well as she follows him down the side of the ship- though, she does so by clambering across the ropes draped over the side of the vessel, not wanting to break any bones.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
Samaritan is outside, making a bonfire. He is hauling dead trees over to a massive pit he dug out in the ground and breaking them up and throwing them into the crater. Sitting on a metal hook that hangs from a tree is the carcass of a crag cat, skinned, declawed, and deboned.
Rag decides to walk over, he doesn't interfere unless Samaritan allows them to assist, more simply watching his friend at the moment, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed and his face contemplative, thinking about something distant, only slightly focused on what Samaritan is doing.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 grits his teeth, grunting in immense pain, "Don't be this way, I could've killed her, I was nice enough not to." He looks up and around them.
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 keep my word." he then starts to torch them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There isn't much the bounty hunter can do to stop them, grunting in pain, not giving them the satisfaction of his screams, grabbing something on his belt. Make me a Con save, DC 16, or be stunned.
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.)
CON: 11
"SCREAM! CAUSE IM SURE SHE DID!" he roars, the flames intensifying.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He tries to live long enough to free himself while they are stunned, slowly freeing one of his arms and cutting himself free "I tried, I tried to be peaceful." (Stun lasts a minute)
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.)
Leo roars, Festus landing infront of him and body slamming the hunter. Attack: 11 Damage: 42
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He takes the slam to the chest, the sound of bone crunching as he tries to escape, throwing down a smoke bomb and attempting to sneak away. Stealth:25
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 glad you like it. The research has been going rather well- I think I might be close to figuring something out." She says, moving over to an apparatus on a table- an airtight container of the Old Blood placed over a metal plate with alchemical runes for fire carved into it, connected to a spiraling tube going down into another jar. "With this, we can boil Old Blood, and the vapors travel up into the spiral where they cool, eventually reaching the bottom as a liquid again. If it works like I hope it does, we'll be able to efficiently remove any solid impurities in the blood, filtering it."
"He fought an Elder Dragon on his own and won? Incredible!" She seems absolutely amazed.
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)
Festus can still see him, charging after him
*gtg*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*See ya man, take care of yourself.*
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 rubs his chin, thinking about the implications of such a discovery "But what if the impurities go deeper than simply what can be removed by turning the liquid into a vapor? Or in what case does it occur when it changes chemically via such a change? It is best we find out for ourselves I suppose." He says, walking over to look closer with them, using the cane, looking at them affectionately for such a gift.
He nods, "That's my uncle! He's a legend among monster hunters." Rag eventually does come over, standing along the side of the ship, more than half the height of the bow of the vessel, numerous people climbing down to meet him. Thorfinn waves down to them, turning to Mavis "Hey, do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend? Or anyone really? Or is that not your thing?" He asks out of sheer curiosity.
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 suppose it is. Why don't we find out now?" She says, adding an eyedropper of regular blood to the metal plate, which seems to take the offering, the runes glowing and emitting increasing amounts of heat until the Old Blood inside begins to boil. All the while, KK is taking notes about the reactions that occur.
Mavis waves to them as well, before thinking for a second. "No, I don't have a girlfriend at the moment. Never have, really. I guess it makes sense- you don't exactly meet people at the graveyard very often, and when you do, they're probably not in the mood to make friends."
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)
*Greetings, my unscrupulous soups! What's the word?*
Baegoji is maintaining his skills with his wooden sword. Some kids are petting Oris (his cat-snake mount) and watching him. Occasionally, Bae will explain what he's doing to the kids and why it's important.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes out his own notebook as he watches. It takes quite some time for the Old Blood to begin to boil, and an impressive amount of hear as well, before turning into a mist. When it is, some small black stones are left behind, the Old Blood forming on the other side, though it looks identical as it did before.
"Hmm, well you should be able to find someone now, you don't just work at a graveyard anymore." He says, patting their shoulder with a smile on his face, "And if you need any help, I might be able to, never really thought about it myself really, but maybe I can." He jumps off the side of the ship, sliding down the side.
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.)
*Wassup big man? Good to see you once more.*
Rag walks past, waving politely to him and his training before noticing Oris. He walks over , squatting down to pet the mount softly, smiling at the children and Baegoji himself, nodding respectfully.
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.)
*Greetings! How art thou today, brother?*
Helianth wanders nearby, nonchalantly slithering about through the landscape as it devours the light of the sun. Frost grows on the grass near it.
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)
Aix is wandering around town, humming to himself as he peruses the food stands. He is dressed in a long and baggy black cardigan with no shirt underneath, his gaunt torso on display, paired with a set of black and white checkered dress pants. He has already eaten a basket of fries, two chickens, fried moth's, fairy dragon's eyes mixed with wild rice and feywild vegetables, and an Oolong tea with brown sugar jelly and cream.
Samaritan is outside, making a bonfire. He is hauling dead trees over to a massive pit he dug out in the ground and breaking them up and throwing them into the crater. Sitting on a metal hook that hangs from a tree is the carcass of a crag cat, skinned, declawed, and deboned.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Nothing much. Got up a while ago only to find that the computer will be free pretty much the entire day.*
The bizarre being purrs like an engine. The pint-sized 'human' plants his bokken into the ground, smiling back at Rag. "Hey there. I'm Baegoji. How about you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She looks ecstatic, waving a hand and dispelling the heat, the runes shutting down, before delicately removing the container with the stones inside. "What are these? I don't think they were in the blood at first... did the heat cause it to crystallize?" She mutters to herself, setting the container down nearby.
"Yeah, maybe I will." She responds, smiling a bit as well as she follows him down the side of the ship- though, she does so by clambering across the ropes draped over the side of the vessel, not wanting to break any bones.
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)
Rag decides to walk over, he doesn't interfere unless Samaritan allows them to assist, more simply watching his friend at the moment, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed and his face contemplative, thinking about something distant, only slightly focused on what Samaritan is doing.
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.)