Angel is inside the tavern, comfortably sat in the library. He is sitting at a table, reading a book on the symbology of certain objects and how they can hold a primordial magic. He is dressed in a maroon-colored dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He is listening to the radio as he reads, simple classical music playing from it.
Misha is outside, her form not her own. She looks like a mix between a bird and a wolf, four paws on the earth but fur made of black feathers with a bird-like skull sat on her shoulders. She prowls around, the sound of her stomach growling like a angry dog. Her talon-clawed hands dig into the earth of a local graveyard, making strange noises like a cooing dove.
Samaritan is sitting outside with someone. He seems to talk to him like this person is his own child, asking questions along the line of ‘Are you eating enough?’ or ‘How is college?’. The man, almost looking to be in his thirties, is picking at a fruit cobbler that Samaritan gave him. He has short black hair, olive hued skin, and bright brown eyes. He wears a white dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a pair of black dress pants.
Thirteen is sitting at a table, staring intently at what appears to be a pile of random garbage.
Loriche is heading back to her camp and sees what she views only as some weird owlbear-adjacent critter. Quickly, she squares up, taking out her shield.
Riotan strolls over, waving as politely as possible to the man. He has something of an inkling as to who this man might be.
Angel looks over, his large black eyes blinking in curiosity.
Misha writhes about, her body actually much thinner than what the feathers would make one assume. She squeezes between two trees, seeming to smell something.
Samaritan smiles behind his mask and waves back. William looks up, tilting his head and gives a polite smile back.
At the moment, Thirteen is pondering an old door hinge.
Cautiously, Loriche follows, ready to attack if necessary.
“It’s been a while since I saw you in town.” Rio smiles and sits with them.
*why did i forget what william looked like and think this was samaritan’s estranged son*
He gets up, slowly sliding the chair back, and walks over. "May I ask what you are doing? Nothing is wrong, I simply want to know for the sake of sating my own curiosity."
She curls up against a hole of a foxes den, still impossibly still. The stench of rot fills the air suddenly, like a gas.
William nods "Came by for the wedding. Eh, that's not the right term, I was coherenced into coming for the wedding."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Angel is inside the tavern, comfortably sat in the library. He is sitting at a table, reading a book on the symbology of certain objects and how they can hold a primordial magic. He is dressed in a maroon-colored dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He is listening to the radio as he reads, simple classical music playing from it.
Misha is outside, her form not her own. She looks like a mix between a bird and a wolf, four paws on the earth but fur made of black feathers with a bird-like skull sat on her shoulders. She prowls around, the sound of her stomach growling like a angry dog. Her talon-clawed hands dig into the earth of a local graveyard, making strange noises like a cooing dove.
Samaritan is sitting outside with someone. He seems to talk to him like this person is his own child, asking questions along the line of ‘Are you eating enough?’ or ‘How is college?’. The man, almost looking to be in his thirties, is picking at a fruit cobbler that Samaritan gave him. He has short black hair, olive hued skin, and bright brown eyes. He wears a white dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a pair of black dress pants.
There is a flicker, and an atonal melody, and a breath of pain. Stigmata stands before her, hands folded behind his back. He clicks his tongue. "What a shame to see you like this. What would Jesus say?" He pauses. "Really, what? I haven't finished the book yet."
Skwasniec 'lurks' in the shadows, about the size of a German Shepherd, eyeing the cobbler hungrily.
She squirms around, her one body writhing like a worm. The stench is unbearable, like being trapped in a tomb of rotting flesh. She shakes her head from side to side, as if fighting off an invisible enemy. "I-Im sorry."
William looks over. He sets down the bowl on the ground. Samaritan eyes him, confused, before noticing and shrugging.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
There is a flicker, and an atonal melody, and a breath of pain. Stigmata stands before her, hands folded behind his back. He clicks his tongue. "What a shame to see you like this. What would Jesus say?" He pauses. "Really, what? I haven't finished the book yet."
Skwasniec 'lurks' in the shadows, about the size of a German Shepherd, eyeing the cobbler hungrily.
She squirms around, her one body writhing like a worm. The stench is unbearable, like being trapped in a tomb of rotting flesh. She shakes her head from side to side, as if fighting off an invisible enemy. "I-Im sorry."
William looks over. He sets down the bowl on the ground. Samaritan eyes him, confused, before noticing and shrugging.
Stigmata steps forward, used to this kind of smell from his long walks on the Beach. "Don't apologize. It's unbecoming of such a majestic Nightmare. What do you crave? Putrefying remains of intelligent creatures? Perhaps you'd prefer it fresh? Maybe... lethally fresh." He chuckles, moving dangerously close.
The drake waddles over. "Thank you, friend. I am in your debt." He dives in, and proceeds to gobble the cobble.
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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.
There is a flicker, and an atonal melody, and a breath of pain. Stigmata stands before her, hands folded behind his back. He clicks his tongue. "What a shame to see you like this. What would Jesus say?" He pauses. "Really, what? I haven't finished the book yet."
Skwasniec 'lurks' in the shadows, about the size of a German Shepherd, eyeing the cobbler hungrily.
She squirms around, her one body writhing like a worm. The stench is unbearable, like being trapped in a tomb of rotting flesh. She shakes her head from side to side, as if fighting off an invisible enemy. "I-Im sorry."
William looks over. He sets down the bowl on the ground. Samaritan eyes him, confused, before noticing and shrugging.
Stigmata steps forward, used to this kind of smell from his long walks on the Beach. "Don't apologize. It's unbecoming of such a majestic Nightmare. What do you crave? Putrefying remains of intelligent creatures? Perhaps you'd prefer it fresh? Maybe... lethally fresh." He chuckles, moving dangerously close.
The drake waddles over. "Thank you, friend. I am in your debt." He dives in, and proceeds to gobble the cobble.
She cowers backwards "P-Please.. just let me be.. god already hates me, he has looked upon me and dismissed me as his own." She sobs, her beaked face clacking.
"No problem." He shrugs "Not as good as I remember." Which earns him a swift elbow from Samaritan.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stigmata steps forward, used to this kind of smell from his long walks on the Beach. "Don't apologize. It's unbecoming of such a majestic Nightmare. What do you crave? Putrefying remains of intelligent creatures? Perhaps you'd prefer it fresh? Maybe... lethally fresh." He chuckles, moving dangerously close.
The drake waddles over. "Thank you, friend. I am in your debt." He dives in, and proceeds to gobble the cobble.
She cowers backwards "P-Please.. just let me be.. god already hates me, he has looked upon me and dismissed me as his own." She sobs, her beaked face clacking.
"No problem." He shrugs "Not as good as I remember." Which earns him a swift elbow from Samaritan.
He laughs. "How could God hate His creations? Oh wait... you hate me, don't you? Yes, from your guilt, your fears I was born! And you and your kind left me and my family to rot. How could anyone other than a god hate like you do?" He laughs again, much closer to hysteria.
He slurps it up. "I think it's quite impressive. Haven't had a better one in my life. May I have another?"
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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.
KK is at the Faceless Fair, sitting on a bench on the outskirts of the park, looking out at what lies beyond the bubble of safety keeping the rest of the Nightmare Realm from seeping in.
Amicus is wandering around outside Lord's Point with no particular objective.
Helianth is at work in the Spelljammer, making sure everything is in... well, in ship shape. The 'plants' growing from the pots outside occasionally twitch and writhe, just starting to animate.
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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)
Stigmata steps forward, used to this kind of smell from his long walks on the Beach. "Don't apologize. It's unbecoming of such a majestic Nightmare. What do you crave? Putrefying remains of intelligent creatures? Perhaps you'd prefer it fresh? Maybe... lethally fresh." He chuckles, moving dangerously close.
The drake waddles over. "Thank you, friend. I am in your debt." He dives in, and proceeds to gobble the cobble.
She cowers backwards "P-Please.. just let me be.. god already hates me, he has looked upon me and dismissed me as his own." She sobs, her beaked face clacking.
"No problem." He shrugs "Not as good as I remember." Which earns him a swift elbow from Samaritan.
He laughs. "How could God hate His creations? Oh wait... you hate me, don't you? Yes, from your guilt, your fears I was born! And you and your kind left me and my family to rot. How could anyone other than a god hate like you do?" He laughs again, much closer to hysteria.
He slurps it up. "I think it's quite impressive. Haven't had a better one in my life. May I have another?"
She curls up, her face burying in the dirt. "LEAVE ME ALONE. LEAVE ME ALONE. LEAVE ME ALONE." She screams, her voice breaking.
Samaritan shrugs and walks over to a Dutch oven, opening it and scooping out some more. "Don't mind him bud, he's grumpy." Samaritan said.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Does anyone wanna rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*Please? Anyone at all?*
*I'm up to rp, if you want! Take your pick!*
KK is at the Faceless Fair, sitting on a bench on the outskirts of the park, looking out at what lies beyond the bubble of safety keeping the rest of the Nightmare Realm from seeping in.
Amicus is wandering around outside Lord's Point with no particular objective.
Helianth is at work in the Spelljammer, making sure everything is in... well, in ship shape. The 'plants' growing from the pots outside occasionally twitch and writhe, just starting to animate.
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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)
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*Hey there, buddy.*
*Hey there, Tarra.*
*My mom came home! I'm so happy right now!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Im very happy that you are happy, very happy for you as a matter of fact.*
*henlo*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He gets up, slowly sliding the chair back, and walks over. "May I ask what you are doing? Nothing is wrong, I simply want to know for the sake of sating my own curiosity."
She curls up against a hole of a foxes den, still impossibly still. The stench of rot fills the air suddenly, like a gas.
William nods "Came by for the wedding. Eh, that's not the right term, I was coherenced into coming for the wedding."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She squirms around, her one body writhing like a worm. The stench is unbearable, like being trapped in a tomb of rotting flesh. She shakes her head from side to side, as if fighting off an invisible enemy. "I-Im sorry."
William looks over. He sets down the bowl on the ground. Samaritan eyes him, confused, before noticing and shrugging.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Doing well?*
Stigmata steps forward, used to this kind of smell from his long walks on the Beach. "Don't apologize. It's unbecoming of such a majestic Nightmare. What do you crave? Putrefying remains of intelligent creatures? Perhaps you'd prefer it fresh? Maybe... lethally fresh." He chuckles, moving dangerously close.
The drake waddles over. "Thank you, friend. I am in your debt." He dives in, and proceeds to gobble the cobble.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Ye :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She cowers backwards "P-Please.. just let me be.. god already hates me, he has looked upon me and dismissed me as his own." She sobs, her beaked face clacking.
"No problem." He shrugs "Not as good as I remember." Which earns him a swift elbow from Samaritan.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He laughs. "How could God hate His creations? Oh wait... you hate me, don't you? Yes, from your guilt, your fears I was born! And you and your kind left me and my family to rot. How could anyone other than a god hate like you do?" He laughs again, much closer to hysteria.
He slurps it up. "I think it's quite impressive. Haven't had a better one in my life. May I have another?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Goooooood afternoon, everyone!*
KK is at the Faceless Fair, sitting on a bench on the outskirts of the park, looking out at what lies beyond the bubble of safety keeping the rest of the Nightmare Realm from seeping in.
Amicus is wandering around outside Lord's Point with no particular objective.
Helianth is at work in the Spelljammer, making sure everything is in... well, in ship shape. The 'plants' growing from the pots outside occasionally twitch and writhe, just starting to animate.
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)
*Does anyone wanna rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
She curls up, her face burying in the dirt. "LEAVE ME ALONE. LEAVE ME ALONE. LEAVE ME ALONE." She screams, her voice breaking.
Samaritan shrugs and walks over to a Dutch oven, opening it and scooping out some more. "Don't mind him bud, he's grumpy." Samaritan said.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Yes :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*wait no GTG*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Welp, bye for now, Tarra.*
*Please? Anyone at all?*
*I'm up to rp, if you want! Take your pick!*
KK is at the Faceless Fair, sitting on a bench on the outskirts of the park, looking out at what lies beyond the bubble of safety keeping the rest of the Nightmare Realm from seeping in.
Amicus is wandering around outside Lord's Point with no particular objective.
Helianth is at work in the Spelljammer, making sure everything is in... well, in ship shape. The 'plants' growing from the pots outside occasionally twitch and writhe, just starting to animate.
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)