*Actually, everyone deserves the privelige of playing with a character they can mold through RP*
A Huge brown dragon wyrmling waddles into town. It doesn't seem hostile, and is now just lazing around in the marketplace, its soft body spread out over the cobblestones. A little kobold has become enamoured with it, and is demanding food for their new master. The dragon passively pets the kobold with its massive claw.
*Apologies for the delay.*
Helianth is also in the marketplace, rooted into the ground, taking in sunlight. The air around the Elder Evil is notably colder.
The drake scrabbles to its feet and walks over. It lays against Helianth, its sturdy scales and high surface area preventing the flower's thorns from piercing.
The ravenous flower ceases in its consumption, contorting its stem to look at them. "...Can I... help you?" It asks, more intrigued than anything else.
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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)
It doesn't have wings, and judging by the quality of its scales, it just hatched within the week. How it ballooned to this size is beyond what nature should allow. "Oh. What are you then?"
"Elf." he says softly.
"Ah. I don't think I've met an elf before. What do you... do?"
"protect animals."
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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.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The drake scrabbles to its feet and walks over. It lays against Helianth, its sturdy scales and high surface area preventing the flower's thorns from piercing.
The ravenous flower ceases in its consumption, contorting its stem to look at them. "...Can I... help you?" It asks, more intrigued than anything else.
The dragon looks up at Helianth. "You're already doing that. Can I help you?"
*I've got Porter Sincair the Exorcist, Stigmata the Nightmare Demigod, an ancient kitsune general named Baegoji the Verdict, and the brown dragon wyrmling.*
It doesn't have wings, and judging by the quality of its scales, it just hatched within the week. How it ballooned to this size is beyond what nature should allow. "Oh. What are you then?"
"Elf." he says softly.
"Ah. I don't think I've met an elf before. What do you... do?"
"Ah. I don't think I've met an elf before. What do you... do?"
"protect animals."
"Huh. I guess that's good. If they're all eaten, there won't be any left." It stretches, then wraps its tail around the elf. Not actually tight or coiled, just kind of laying behind him as a short wall that could be stepped over with a bit of difficulty.
The drake scrabbles to its feet and walks over. It lays against Helianth, its sturdy scales and high surface area preventing the flower's thorns from piercing.
The ravenous flower ceases in its consumption, contorting its stem to look at them. "...Can I... help you?" It asks, more intrigued than anything else.
The dragon looks up at Helianth. "You're already doing that. Can I help you?"
"You could, yes." It responds, pausing for a moment. "Say, would you like to become a god?"
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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)
The ravenous flower ceases in its consumption, contorting its stem to look at them. "...Can I... help you?" It asks, more intrigued than anything else.
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 kisses their cheek, “Dear, we’ll have to see. We can how whenever you like.”
He watches them go so with a raised eyebrow “Thank you, I’m going to go, but thank you.”
"protect animals."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A massive brown dragon wyrmling stomps up to him. It sniffs his noodles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Lets go now."
He nods, sitting back down
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'd be up for it*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(who you got)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
The dragon looks up at Helianth. "You're already doing that. Can I help you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I've got Porter Sincair the Exorcist, Stigmata the Nightmare Demigod, an ancient kitsune general named Baegoji the Verdict, and the brown dragon wyrmling.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Lead the way my love.” She takes his hand, standing beside him.
He walks off, waving goodbye to them.
He walks with her, hand in hand.
He nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I just got done with the historical society. Wrote down like 4 pages of notes from my findings.*
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
*How was it?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Huh. I guess that's good. If they're all eaten, there won't be any left." It stretches, then wraps its tail around the elf. Not actually tight or coiled, just kind of laying behind him as a short wall that could be stepped over with a bit of difficulty.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey, a Lawrence!*
*Into the pickling vat with me.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You could, yes." It responds, pausing for a moment. "Say, would you like to become a god?"
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)
*[throws characters like they're confetti]*
KK is at the warehouse, working on the designs for a brand-new kind of construct.
Amicus is wandering through Lord's Point, looking for friends.
Omori is in the woods, currently harvesting the organs from a dead elk.
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)
*Why must I? I do not like to be pickled, the vinegar burns my skin.*
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
"Aren't I a god already?" It rolls against Helianth, trying to get comfortable.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*No, just me. I am the one to be pickled. You do not deserve pickleage.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels