*He was basically a master law-enforcer in the past, something called a Grand Protector, but after his retirement funds ran out and he came back, he realized that he hadn't actually made the world a better place by enforcing the law with fear and violence. So now he's going to encourage good through kindness... and fear and violence.*
*He's going to raise his banner (a symbol of Oris) over Waterdeep and no one is going to stop him. And he won't raise his voice nor a sword the entire time.*
*Everyone wants to take over Waterdeep*
*True, but he just wants to raise his flag as a symbol. "I can do the impossible." All that matters is that people see it, not that he actually controls Waterdeep*
*Yeah but owning Waterdeep can net you some pretty sweet bonuses on the side*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*He was basically a master law-enforcer in the past, something called a Grand Protector, but after his retirement funds ran out and he came back, he realized that he hadn't actually made the world a better place by enforcing the law with fear and violence. So now he's going to encourage good through kindness... and fear and violence.*
*He's going to raise his banner (a symbol of Oris) over Waterdeep and no one is going to stop him. And he won't raise his voice nor a sword the entire time.*
*Everyone wants to take over Waterdeep*
*True, but he just wants to raise his flag as a symbol. "I can do the impossible." All that matters is that people see it, not that he actually controls Waterdeep*
*Yeah but owning Waterdeep can net you some pretty sweet bonuses on the side*
*They're used to dealing with upstart adventurers and enemy armies. There's very little chance that he could actually take it over. Even changing the flag is an insane goal.*
*Would anyone else amongst thou liketh to rp, perchance?*
*Of course!*
Porter is investigating a portal to the Beach in the Faceless Fair.
Stigmata is at the Beach, picking out corpses for one reason or another.
Baegoji is watching his students train while he weaves a banner of Oris, his massive cat-snake mount.
Omori is also there, absolutely scared out of her mind of this place, though her curiosity overcomes her fear once she sees the portal, approaching it somewhat.
KK is also at the Beach, sitting down on the mangled slurry of broken nightmares that make up the shore, painting the scenery.
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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)
Porter is investigating a portal to the Beach in the Faceless Fair.
Stigmata is at the Beach, picking out corpses for one reason or another.
Baegoji is watching his students train while he weaves a banner of Oris, his massive cat-snake mount.
Omori is also there, absolutely scared out of her mind of this place, though her curiosity overcomes her fear once she sees the portal, approaching it somewhat.
KK is also at the Beach, sitting down on the mangled slurry of broken nightmares that make up the shore, painting the scenery.
Porter stomps out his just-lit cigarette as she approaches. "Hey, kid. I wouldn't suggest getting too close. Something might try to hitch a ride with you."
Stigmata walks over and places a skull beside her. It looks like a skeletal version of her face.
Porter is investigating a portal to the Beach in the Faceless Fair.
Stigmata is at the Beach, picking out corpses for one reason or another.
Baegoji is watching his students train while he weaves a banner of Oris, his massive cat-snake mount.
Omori is also there, absolutely scared out of her mind of this place, though her curiosity overcomes her fear once she sees the portal, approaching it somewhat.
KK is also at the Beach, sitting down on the mangled slurry of broken nightmares that make up the shore, painting the scenery.
Porter stomps out his just-lit cigarette as she approaches. "Hey, kid. I wouldn't suggest getting too close. Something might try to hitch a ride with you."
Stigmata walks over and places a skull beside her. It looks like a skeletal version of her face.
"O- Oh, alright." She takes a step back from the portal. "Thanks. Wouldn't want for that to happen again." She chuckles dryly to herself.
She takes the skull, equally curious and confused. "What the... it looks like... me... Why does it look like me?"
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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)
Porter stomps out his just-lit cigarette as she approaches. "Hey, kid. I wouldn't suggest getting too close. Something might try to hitch a ride with you."
Stigmata walks over and places a skull beside her. It looks like a skeletal version of her face.
"O- Oh, alright." She takes a step back from the portal. "Thanks. Wouldn't want for that to happen again." She chuckles dryly to herself.
She takes the skull, equally curious and confused. "What the... it looks like... me... Why does it look like me?"
"Again?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "What happened last time?"
"This is the natural state of all things, at least in the mind. I don't know its exact nature, but it could be an errant desire someone had to kill you, or maybe a fear that you might die."
*Very well, I cannot deny you anything even if I tried.*
*[Kiss]*
*I have potstickers for u.*
*Wanna RP?*
*♡(ӦｖӦ｡)*
*Yes, I do. Feed me my love.*
Misha is in her butcher's shop, cleaning the front space. She is wiping down the counters while listening to the radio play some sort of hymn. She is dressed in a black tank-top, a pair of loose bell-bottom-like pants, and plastic gloves. Her hair is tied back in a bun, loose strands falling out from it.
Angel is sitting in a tree, reading a book about cooking techniques for rats. He is dressed in a light brown cable-knit sweater, a pair of loose black pants, and multiple necklaces made from different leathers, gemstones, metals, and dried flowers.
*I'm finally back from Spanish class, who else is here? I wanna rp with somebody!*
Baegoji is watching his students train while he weaves a banner of Oris. Oris themself is curled around him like a big chair.
*Bae has had some minor changes, mostly to his backstory. Ever heard of Judge Dredd?*
*Judge Dredd is a pull I didn't expect, but of course I have.*
Eithan was mediating nearby when he heard the training and decided to come over and check, leaning against a pole as he watches them, clad fully in his armor.
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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.'
*Yeah but owning Waterdeep can net you some pretty sweet bonuses on the side*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*They're used to dealing with upstart adventurers and enemy armies. There's very little chance that he could actually take it over. Even changing the flag is an insane goal.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Would anyone else amongst thou liketh to rp, perchance?*
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)
*Of course!*
Porter is investigating a portal to the Beach in the Faceless Fair.
Stigmata is at the Beach, picking out corpses for one reason or another.
Baegoji is watching his students train while he weaves a banner of Oris, his massive cat-snake mount.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Omori is also there, absolutely scared out of her mind of this place, though her curiosity overcomes her fear once she sees the portal, approaching it somewhat.
KK is also at the Beach, sitting down on the mangled slurry of broken nightmares that make up the shore, painting the scenery.
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)
Porter stomps out his just-lit cigarette as she approaches. "Hey, kid. I wouldn't suggest getting too close. Something might try to hitch a ride with you."
Stigmata walks over and places a skull beside her. It looks like a skeletal version of her face.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"O- Oh, alright." She takes a step back from the portal. "Thanks. Wouldn't want for that to happen again." She chuckles dryly to herself.
She takes the skull, equally curious and confused. "What the... it looks like... me... Why does it look like me?"
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)
"Again?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "What happened last time?"
"This is the natural state of all things, at least in the mind. I don't know its exact nature, but it could be an errant desire someone had to kill you, or maybe a fear that you might die."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*(devours the solar system)*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Cry about it*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I will not give you kisses husband of mine.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*(Cries about it)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Very well, I cannot deny you anything even if I tried.*
*[Kiss]*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I have potstickers for u.*
*Wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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.)
*♡(ӦｖӦ｡)*
*Yes, I do. Feed me my love.*
Misha is in her butcher's shop, cleaning the front space. She is wiping down the counters while listening to the radio play some sort of hymn. She is dressed in a black tank-top, a pair of loose bell-bottom-like pants, and plastic gloves. Her hair is tied back in a bun, loose strands falling out from it.
Angel is sitting in a tree, reading a book about cooking techniques for rats. He is dressed in a light brown cable-knit sweater, a pair of loose black pants, and multiple necklaces made from different leathers, gemstones, metals, and dried flowers.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Baegoji is watching his students train while he weaves a banner of Oris. Oris themself is curled around him like a big chair.
*Bae has had some minor changes, mostly to his backstory. Ever heard of Judge Dredd?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Judge Dredd is a pull I didn't expect, but of course I have.*
Eithan was mediating nearby when he heard the training and decided to come over and check, leaning against a pole as he watches them, clad fully in his armor.
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.)
*If you want to, of course.*
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.)