He seems surprised by the offer, thinking about it for a moment before looking back up to them “What would being reborn entail? I would love to follow you anywhere in the world, or anywhere in existence for that matter, but there is no need for you to provide me with such an offer.” He gets up, using his cane as he walks over to her.
“At first, I wouldn’t want to trust you, more likely I would be killing you right now, but something tells me not to, not a sense of fear at what you may do to me or anything of the like, rather I believe despite the darkness you encourage, you are good.” He says, walking over to the pots, leaning down to look inside one, sprinkling a bit of silver starlight into it.
"We would be able to keep our morality, our emotions- we wouldn't be the strongest Arteists that way, but I'd say it's a fair trade for keeping ourselves... well, ourselves. It would grant drastically improved control over Dark Energy- with how much the Fair generates, we'd be able to create anything our hearts desire."
"Is... Is this about the stars I've been consuming?" It asks. "I can assure you, I won't take any from inhabited systems, and once I grow strong enough, I may be able to create stars to replace the ones I eat. I wouldn't want to cause any sort of cosmic imbalance."
*Wonderful! Now, let me see... I think it was- ah, here you go!*
*Thank you Yvonne, you’re as close as it gets to being a saint.*
He thinks about it again for a moment, looking over all of her eyes as he considers the options, what may happened to them, putting a hand on the side of their face softly, smiling the smallest fraction “If that’s what you want, and what you will do, I won’t be far behind, I love you, and that means whatever it takes.”
“Oh of course, that I knew, I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself, for which I apologize, that was quite rude of me. I am Eithan, a simple knight you may know.” The familiar feeling Helianth felt comes back in full, he likely wouldn’t know much of Eithan, other than he is a seemingly immortal knight known as the blade of the silver heaven, never once stopped from completing a task in one way or another “I am unfortunately not the gardener I wish I was, but I try.”
She smiles a bit as well, all her eyes looking back into his own. "Okay. Then after the wedding, we'll go to the Beach together. Whatever happens, whatever we become... I'll stay by your side the whole way. Promise."
It is silent for a while, tending to its wretched spawn. "...A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Eithan. As you already know, I am Helianth, God of the Stars. I'm no savant at gardening either- I just have many years of miscellaneous knowledge to fall back on. Though, you're just as familiar with collecting knowledge over the ages as I am, aren't you?"
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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)
Samaritan is in his kitchen, the restaurant closed at the moment, as he works on what appears to be a cake of sorts. Multiple layers sit in the oven, keeping warm.
Aix is in his factory, trying new perfumes out.
Riotan knocks on the door.
Thirteen, ever a chemist and lover of the same, is investigating the curious new establishment.
Samaritan opens it, his mask off for once. "Riotan" he said, a smile gracing his lips.
Aix looks over and waves, tying back his hair.
Rio sprints up to him and hugs him.
Thirteen was just looking around, taking notes in his journal. He waves back.
Samaritan hugs him back, beaming a bit. He smooths back his blonde hair and chuckles "Didn't expect that."
Aix tilts his head, watching him intently.
“What’d you think I would do, not be glad to see you?” Rio looks up at him.
Thirteen crosses the floor over to him. “Hello, sir.”
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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.
The wyrmling, now tired, walks over to him and lays at his feet, soaking up the warmth. "You're not good at hiding, friend-o."
“Hard to hide when you’re fifteen feet tall, and that’s without growing any.” He says with a chuckle, sitting down and giving them as much as they’d like,
Skwas rolls onto his back, leaving his oversized tum exposed. "You're a dragon, aren't you? A hybrid?"
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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.
*Uhhh, I am unsure. I will take whoever you provide.*
*Works with me! Here ya go!*
Mavis is outside Lord's Point, sitting under a tree, reading.
KK is outside her warehouse in the woods, thinking about something.
Misha is outside in the woods, checking on her rabbit slips. She notices Mavis and waves to her.
Stroth appears, grinning madly. He carries a present in his hands.
She looks up from her book and waves back. "Hey." She says. "What'cha doing?"
She looks over at him, grinning as well. "Hi, Stroth!" She says to him in a cheery tone.
"O-oh, um, working I suppose." She said, shrugging.
"How're you dear?" He asked and handed her the present "For you."
"Ah, got it. You want any help?" She asks, followed by the sound of a turning page.
"I'm doing great- excited for what lies ahead." She responds, not elaborating before she accepts the present. "Oh, thank you so much!" She adds in response, delicately unwrapping it.
"No, no.. what are you reading?" She asks.
Inside is a serum of sorts, neatly stored in a vial. It glows orange with flecks of black in it. Stroth bounces on his heels "Blight Serum, should be fun to use on your experiments."
"It's..." She closes the book, turning it over in her hands to read the cover. "'New Growth: A Beginner's Guide to Gardening'. Fairly new to it, so I figured I'd learn all I can."
Her eyes widen with both curiosity and insane glee as she takes the vial. "Thank you, Stroth- it's perfect. Eldritch blood, Dark Energy, and now this... I'm gonna make some especially messed-up stuff."
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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 seems surprised by the offer, thinking about it for a moment before looking back up to them “What would being reborn entail? I would love to follow you anywhere in the world, or anywhere in existence for that matter, but there is no need for you to provide me with such an offer.” He gets up, using his cane as he walks over to her.
“At first, I wouldn’t want to trust you, more likely I would be killing you right now, but something tells me not to, not a sense of fear at what you may do to me or anything of the like, rather I believe despite the darkness you encourage, you are good.” He says, walking over to the pots, leaning down to look inside one, sprinkling a bit of silver starlight into it.
"We would be able to keep our morality, our emotions- we wouldn't be the strongest Arteists that way, but I'd say it's a fair trade for keeping ourselves... well, ourselves. It would grant drastically improved control over Dark Energy- with how much the Fair generates, we'd be able to create anything our hearts desire."
"Is... Is this about the stars I've been consuming?" It asks. "I can assure you, I won't take any from inhabited systems, and once I grow strong enough, I may be able to create stars to replace the ones I eat. I wouldn't want to cause any sort of cosmic imbalance."
*Wonderful! Now, let me see... I think it was- ah, here you go!*
*Thank you Yvonne, you’re as close as it gets to being a saint.*
He thinks about it again for a moment, looking over all of her eyes as he considers the options, what may happened to them, putting a hand on the side of their face softly, smiling the smallest fraction “If that’s what you want, and what you will do, I won’t be far behind, I love you, and that means whatever it takes.”
“Oh of course, that I knew, I don’t believe I’ve introduced myself, for which I apologize, that was quite rude of me. I am Eithan, a simple knight you may know.” The familiar feeling Helianth felt comes back in full, he likely wouldn’t know much of Eithan, other than he is a seemingly immortal knight known as the blade of the silver heaven, never once stopped from completing a task in one way or another “I am unfortunately not the gardener I wish I was, but I try.”
She smiles a bit as well, all her eyes looking back into his own. "Okay. Then after the wedding, we'll go to the Beach together. Whatever happens, whatever we become... I'll stay by your side the whole way. Promise."
It is silent for a while, tending to its wretched spawn. "...A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Eithan. As you already know, I am Helianth, God of the Stars. I'm no savant at gardening either- I just have many years of miscellaneous knowledge to fall back on. Though, you're just as familiar with collecting knowledge over the ages as I am, aren't you?"
He leans into her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing their neck, “I can promise you the same, and so I do, once our wedding is over, we shall be reborn, and your beauty will only grow, such a sight that will be, beyond my comprehension.”
“An honorable title indeed, as for gaining knowledge with time, I wouldn’t say that I haven’t been, but such things come with age, do they not? Experience is time’s greatest gift of harness properly, if not, it falls to the wayside like all other things. I’m guessing you recognize what I am, or at least what I used to be in a time of… less than true self, a fractured half, that remains within me.”
The wyrmling, now tired, walks over to him and lays at his feet, soaking up the warmth. "You're not good at hiding, friend-o."
“Hard to hide when you’re fifteen feet tall, and that’s without growing any.” He says with a chuckle, sitting down and giving them as much as they’d like,
Skwas rolls onto his back, leaving his oversized tum exposed. "You're a dragon, aren't you? A hybrid?"
“A hybrid maybe, I’ve stopped worrying about my genetics, family is family.” He smiles down at them, “Which means, we are kin in some capacity.”
"He never answered me." He jumps down, breaking some floorboards and rumbling the floor as he stalks up to her. "What makes you so special?"
He tilts his 'head.' "Are we related? You look really pretty, but you could be."
"I do not know.. I wish I did." She said and rubbed her throat, the markings form the noose still there.
"I am not pretty, very very far from that sort of idea or characteristic." he said and tilts his head "But you are cutie."
He sniffs her. Then he gently curls around her, his body soft and warm. "Bah. I'll tell you once I find out."
"If you've seen what I've seen, you would think yourself as heavenly as I do." He closes his eyes and reaches into his own shadowed face, then pulls out a snowglobe depicting a black ocean with a shore made of iron teeth and mutilated, warped corpses, most of which could never survive on earth. "I have the right to decide that you are beautiful. Your looks are comforting to me."
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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.
Skwas rolls onto his back, leaving his oversized tum exposed. "You're a dragon, aren't you? A hybrid?"
“A hybrid maybe, I’ve stopped worrying about my genetics, family is family.” He smiles down at them, “Which means, we are kin in some capacity.”
"Hm. I come from two noble families, but I am nothing more than a pest. A mutt with no wings. Like you, but not as warm." He couldn't be more than a week old, judging by his scent and the condition of his scales.
The wyrmling, now tired, walks over to him and lays at his feet, soaking up the warmth. "You're not good at hiding, friend-o."
“Hard to hide when you’re fifteen feet tall, and that’s without growing any.” He says with a chuckle, sitting down and giving them as much as they’d like,
Skwas rolls onto his back, leaving his oversized tum exposed. "You're a dragon, aren't you? A hybrid?"
“A hybrid maybe, I’ve stopped worrying about my genetics, family is family.” He smiles down at them, “Which means, we are kin in some capacity.”
"Hm. I come from two noble families, but I am nothing more than a pest. A mutt with no wings. Like you, but not as warm." He couldn't be more than a week old, judging by his scent and the condition of his scales.
He looks down at them and frowns, not at them but at their words. He picks them up, sitting them down in his lap rather than at his feet, “You are no mutt, you are a dragon, wingless or otherwise. Nobility always seem to believe that perfection is the goal, when perfection is simply a curse.”
*Wassup people, turns out I’m not dead, apparently.*
*:D*
*Hello beloved Jobah.*
*Your cerebral hemispheres are Vista-ready*
*Oh, I’ve been waiting for them to be Vista-ready, fantastic.*
*However, my brain runs Linux*
*…Well [gp] that just won’t do, please do replace it, your brain I mean.*
*Wanna rp?*
*sure, who you want?*
*Whoever you feel like playing is fine.*
Loriche is hunting down a hart.
Riotan is looking for someone to make a victim.
A sense of hope fills them as Tim walks through the forest, clinging to his amulet of invulnerability.
Eithan, is polishing his greatsword, and minding his own business, his feet unwittingly sitting in an ever growing puddle of his own blood.
She looks around for the source of this odd sensation.
“Everything can get worse, can’t it?” He murmurs to himself, before heading up behind Tim and surging forward like a crocodile, snapping at Tim’s shoulder. Attack: 26 Damage: 46
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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.
Tim sits at the base of a nearby tree, practicing his magic, though he doesn’t need to considering he’s a god now.
Eithan, seemingly effortlessly sticks a knife into their jaw before they can bite down, locking it open before going back to polishing his blade, “Don’t be rude.” He says calmly, humming an ageless song to himself.
Tim sits at the base of a nearby tree, practicing his magic, though he doesn’t need to considering he’s a god now.
Eithan, seemingly effortlessly sticks a knife into their jaw before they can bite down, locking it open before going back to polishing his blade, “Don’t be rude.” He says calmly, humming an ageless song to himself.
Loriche waves at him.
Riotan just as effortlessly swallows the knife. “I can’t have any fun anymore, can I? That’s power creep for ya.”
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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.
Tim sits at the base of a nearby tree, practicing his magic, though he doesn’t need to considering he’s a god now.
Eithan, seemingly effortlessly sticks a knife into their jaw before they can bite down, locking it open before going back to polishing his blade, “Don’t be rude.” He says calmly, humming an ageless song to himself.
Loriche waves at him.
Riotan just as effortlessly swallows the knife. “I can’t have any fun anymore, can I? That’s power creep for ya.”
He looks up from his book, smiling and waving back to them, looking like a normal child, human again.
He shakes his head, “I would say that I am more… someone who doesn’t easily go down, a demon I’m guessing?” He asks politely.
She smiles a bit as well, all her eyes looking back into his own. "Okay. Then after the wedding, we'll go to the Beach together. Whatever happens, whatever we become... I'll stay by your side the whole way. Promise."
It is silent for a while, tending to its wretched spawn. "...A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Eithan. As you already know, I am Helianth, God of the Stars. I'm no savant at gardening either- I just have many years of miscellaneous knowledge to fall back on. Though, you're just as familiar with collecting knowledge over the ages as I am, aren't you?"
He leans into her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing their neck, “I can promise you the same, and so I do, once our wedding is over, we shall be reborn, and your beauty will only grow, such a sight that will be, beyond my comprehension.”
“An honorable title indeed, as for gaining knowledge with time, I wouldn’t say that I haven’t been, but such things come with age, do they not? Experience is time’s greatest gift of harness properly, if not, it falls to the wayside like all other things. I’m guessing you recognize what I am, or at least what I used to be in a time of… less than true self, a fractured half, that remains within me.”
She wraps all her arms around him as well. "And we'll be able to create so much more- I already have so many ideas. It's going to be wonderful." She responds, looking forward to becoming something unbelievably horrific alongside her husband.
"Wise words indeed." It responds, cutting part of its stem with Rend's Cleaver and pouring a few drops of ichor from the wound into each pot. "I assume there's a reason you've taken the time to find me beyond conversation- though I have been enjoying our conversation so far. Would I be correct?"
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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)
"Hm. I come from two noble families, but I am nothing more than a pest. A mutt with no wings. Like you, but not as warm." He couldn't be more than a week old, judging by his scent and the condition of his scales.
He looks down at them and frowns, not at them but at their words. He picks them up, sitting them down in his lap rather than at his feet, “You are no mutt, you are a dragon, wingless or otherwise. Nobility always seem to believe that perfection is the goal, when perfection is simply a curse.”
"Huh. I never thought about it like that. I am a dragon!" He snuggles against Rag, too small to be of any significant weight to the man. "And on top of that, I have plenty of room to grow, right? I don't have to be one of those prissy nobles. I can be... uh..." He rests his head on his claws, thinking.
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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.
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*Wendi too?*
She smiles a bit as well, all her eyes looking back into his own. "Okay. Then after the wedding, we'll go to the Beach together. Whatever happens, whatever we become... I'll stay by your side the whole way. Promise."
It is silent for a while, tending to its wretched spawn. "...A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Eithan. As you already know, I am Helianth, God of the Stars. I'm no savant at gardening either- I just have many years of miscellaneous knowledge to fall back on. Though, you're just as familiar with collecting knowledge over the ages as I am, aren't you?"
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)
“What’d you think I would do, not be glad to see you?” Rio looks up at him.
Thirteen crosses the floor over to him. “Hello, sir.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Skwas rolls onto his back, leaving his oversized tum exposed. "You're a dragon, aren't you? A hybrid?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*sure, who you want?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"It's..." She closes the book, turning it over in her hands to read the cover. "'New Growth: A Beginner's Guide to Gardening'. Fairly new to it, so I figured I'd learn all I can."
Her eyes widen with both curiosity and insane glee as she takes the vial. "Thank you, Stroth- it's perfect. Eldritch blood, Dark Energy, and now this... I'm gonna make some especially messed-up stuff."
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 leans into her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing their neck, “I can promise you the same, and so I do, once our wedding is over, we shall be reborn, and your beauty will only grow, such a sight that will be, beyond my comprehension.”
“An honorable title indeed, as for gaining knowledge with time, I wouldn’t say that I haven’t been, but such things come with age, do they not? Experience is time’s greatest gift of harness properly, if not, it falls to the wayside like all other things. I’m guessing you recognize what I am, or at least what I used to be in a time of… less than true self, a fractured half, that remains within me.”
“A hybrid maybe, I’ve stopped worrying about my genetics, family is family.” He smiles down at them, “Which means, we are kin in some capacity.”
*Whoever you feel like playing is fine.*
He sniffs her. Then he gently curls around her, his body soft and warm. "Bah. I'll tell you once I find out."
"If you've seen what I've seen, you would think yourself as heavenly as I do." He closes his eyes and reaches into his own shadowed face, then pulls out a snowglobe depicting a black ocean with a shore made of iron teeth and mutilated, warped corpses, most of which could never survive on earth. "I have the right to decide that you are beautiful. Your looks are comforting to me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Loriche is hunting down a hart.
Riotan is looking for someone to make a victim.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A sense of hope fills them as Tim walks through the forest, clinging to his amulet of invulnerability.
Eithan, is polishing his greatsword, and minding his own business, his feet unwittingly sitting in an ever growing puddle of his own blood.
"Hm. I come from two noble families, but I am nothing more than a pest. A mutt with no wings. Like you, but not as warm." He couldn't be more than a week old, judging by his scent and the condition of his scales.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He looks down at them and frowns, not at them but at their words. He picks them up, sitting them down in his lap rather than at his feet, “You are no mutt, you are a dragon, wingless or otherwise. Nobility always seem to believe that perfection is the goal, when perfection is simply a curse.”
She looks around for the source of this odd sensation.
“Everything can get worse, can’t it?” He murmurs to himself, before heading up behind Tim and surging forward like a crocodile, snapping at Tim’s shoulder. Attack: 26 Damage: 46
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Jobah. I assume you mean Eithan there?*
Tim sits at the base of a nearby tree, practicing his magic, though he doesn’t need to considering he’s a god now.
Eithan, seemingly effortlessly sticks a knife into their jaw before they can bite down, locking it open before going back to polishing his blade, “Don’t be rude.” He says calmly, humming an ageless song to himself.
Loriche waves at him.
Riotan just as effortlessly swallows the knife. “I can’t have any fun anymore, can I? That’s power creep for ya.”
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 looks up from his book, smiling and waving back to them, looking like a normal child, human again.
He shakes his head, “I would say that I am more… someone who doesn’t easily go down, a demon I’m guessing?” He asks politely.
She wraps all her arms around him as well. "And we'll be able to create so much more- I already have so many ideas. It's going to be wonderful." She responds, looking forward to becoming something unbelievably horrific alongside her husband.
"Wise words indeed." It responds, cutting part of its stem with Rend's Cleaver and pouring a few drops of ichor from the wound into each pot. "I assume there's a reason you've taken the time to find me beyond conversation- though I have been enjoying our conversation so far. Would I be correct?"
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)
"Huh. I never thought about it like that. I am a dragon!" He snuggles against Rag, too small to be of any significant weight to the man. "And on top of that, I have plenty of room to grow, right? I don't have to be one of those prissy nobles. I can be... uh..." He rests his head on his claws, thinking.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.