Mavis is back to tending to her small garden of lavender outside the Inn, faintly humming to herself as she waters and weeds the soil.
The rift outside the warehouse, the one leading to that abandoned cabin, somehow reopened.
The Spelljammer is gone again, the crooked god's avatars sent on another voyage to eat at the heavens. Helianth itself is back at the Lord's Point library, the angel of emptiness reading through a poetry book.
*Morning madam yvonne*
A small cat like creature walks up to her, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. [Think the palico from Monster Hunter].
*Ah bro, Mavis is actually also a member of the 8th.*
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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.'
Mavis is back to tending to her small garden of lavender outside the Inn, faintly humming to herself as she waters and weeds the soil.
The rift outside the warehouse, the one leading to that abandoned cabin, somehow reopened.
The Spelljammer is gone again, the crooked god's avatars sent on another voyage to eat at the heavens. Helianth itself is back at the Lord's Point library, the angel of emptiness reading through a poetry book.
*Morning madam yvonne*
A small cat like creature walks up to her, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. [Think the palico from Monster Hunter].
*Ah bro, Mavis is actually also a member of the 8th.*
*-slow creak- Ah...awesome sauce*
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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.
Mavis is back to tending to her small garden of lavender outside the Inn, faintly humming to herself as she waters and weeds the soil.
The rift outside the warehouse, the one leading to that abandoned cabin, somehow reopened.
The Spelljammer is gone again, the crooked god's avatars sent on another voyage to eat at the heavens. Helianth itself is back at the Lord's Point library, the angel of emptiness reading through a poetry book.
*Morning madam yvonne*
A small cat like creature walks up to her, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. [Think the palico from Monster Hunter].
"Hi there." She says to them, not immediately turning to face them as she tends to her garden. Once the flowerbed is weeded, she sits up to face them, still kneeling on the soil.
Mavis is back to tending to her small garden of lavender outside the Inn, faintly humming to herself as she waters and weeds the soil.
The rift outside the warehouse, the one leading to that abandoned cabin, somehow reopened.
The Spelljammer is gone again, the crooked god's avatars sent on another voyage to eat at the heavens. Helianth itself is back at the Lord's Point library, the angel of emptiness reading through a poetry book.
*Morning madam yvonne*
A small cat like creature walks up to her, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. [Think the palico from Monster Hunter].
"Hi there." She says to them, not immediately turning to face them as she tends to her garden. Once the flowerbed is weeded, she sits up to face them, still kneeling on the soil.
"hello!" he says, smiling a little bit. "Are you planting lavender?"
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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.
Leo covers his mouth as he chokes up on some tears
She scoots over to them on her stool, hugging them and beginning to cry.
He hugs her back, rubbing her back. "Shh shhh..."
She rubs their own back, "I love it, I love you, I... I just love."
"I love you too."
She puts her hands on their lap, "I... I'm going to give you something special, unless you have something you specifically want."
He cups her face. "No need for that dear."
"I'm not doing it because I need to, dear." She kisses their cheek, "Can you help me take down my braids?"
*Wanna do a hunter on hunter interaction?*
He sighs. "Sure dear." he says, undoing her braids carefully
*If you want to, do you mind introing.*
She gets off of her stool, helping them with the braids, happy for such a good husband.
*Sure!!!*
Leo eventually gets them undone.
Riding through the woods slowly on a Seikret is a man clad in armor. His helmet has scales with back facing spines on it. He has a chestplate made out of hard steel with a reddishbrown fur cloak around it. His greaves, gauntlets, and waist have a scale texture as well. On his right arm is a small crossbow looking mechanism. He has a shield attached to his left arm and a sword on the small of his back. Sitting behind him is a small cat like creature, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. The Hunter looks around at his surroundings, breathing in the air with a smile hidden by his helmet.
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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.
"Again?" She grumbles under her breath at the news- this is the fourth time now that he's attempted to go back to hunting. She thanks them for the news, quickly finishing watering the flowers before she picks up her gear and bolts towards the woods to find Thorfinn.
He can see a person walking towards the portal, pausing for a second as she takes a breath. "Okay. I can do this." She mutters to herself, barely audible through the portal. "Hang tight, Kiko. I'm on my way." She then steps through the gateway. She has short black hair with a streak of purple in it, silvery wire-frame glasses with fully circular lenses, a cloak adorned in vaguely-familiar symbols over her regular clothes, and lots of equipment on belts and straps and bandoliers- equipment Henry recognizes is meant for hunting the supernatural. Corvi looks around at the new forest she's found herself in, a determined expression on her face.
The Palico bows before heading back to the fleet ship. A tired and overworking Thorfinn is attempting to track down a Blue Rathian that has wandered into the region, his greying sickness hasn't fully faded, and he's getting worse at covering up his tracks, or maybe Mavis is getting better at tracking him.
He decides to continue following them, visible as a black puddle of bubbling icor, though he's entirely silent, and nearly invisible, finally understanding his powers and watching them with less curiosity, more need.
"Thorfinn, you need to stop." She days to him, making her presence known as she approaches him. "If you keep pushing yourself like this, you won't be able to hunt at all."
She stops, noticing something- noticing him. It's true, he's entirely silent and practically invisible: It seems she can sense his presence some other way. It almost seems familiar to him. "Who's there?" She calls out, her hand slowly moving towards the sheath at her hip.
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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)
Mavis is back to tending to her small garden of lavender outside the Inn, faintly humming to herself as she waters and weeds the soil.
The rift outside the warehouse, the one leading to that abandoned cabin, somehow reopened.
The Spelljammer is gone again, the crooked god's avatars sent on another voyage to eat at the heavens. Helianth itself is back at the Lord's Point library, the angel of emptiness reading through a poetry book.
*Morning madam yvonne*
A small cat like creature walks up to her, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. [Think the palico from Monster Hunter].
"Hi there." She says to them, not immediately turning to face them as she tends to her garden. Once the flowerbed is weeded, she sits up to face them, still kneeling on the soil.
"hello!" he says, smiling a little bit. "Are you planting lavender?"
"I am, yeah. Well, I already planted it a couple weeks ago- just tending to it as it grows." She responds. The lavender plants seem healthy- she's doing good at caring for them.
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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)
Riding through the woods slowly on a Seikret is a man clad in armor. His helmet has scales with back facing spines on it. He has a chestplate made out of hard steel with a reddishbrown fur cloak around it. His greaves, gauntlets, and waist have a scale texture as well. On his right arm is a small crossbow looking mechanism. He has a shield attached to his left arm and a sword on the small of his back. Sitting behind him is a small cat like creature, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. The Hunter looks around at his surroundings, breathing in the air with a smile hidden by his helmet.
She begins to tie the hair behind her head, "Hope you like you present. I'll go get what I'll wear."
They suddenly hear the crack of something in the woods, and then see Thorfinn running beside them, wearing his massive backpack, moving with inhuman speed, his hunter's badge shining bright of his chest. He tilts his head, "Fellow hunter?"
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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.'
Mavis is back to tending to her small garden of lavender outside the Inn, faintly humming to herself as she waters and weeds the soil.
The rift outside the warehouse, the one leading to that abandoned cabin, somehow reopened.
The Spelljammer is gone again, the crooked god's avatars sent on another voyage to eat at the heavens. Helianth itself is back at the Lord's Point library, the angel of emptiness reading through a poetry book.
*Morning madam yvonne*
A small cat like creature walks up to her, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. [Think the palico from Monster Hunter].
"Hi there." She says to them, not immediately turning to face them as she tends to her garden. Once the flowerbed is weeded, she sits up to face them, still kneeling on the soil.
"hello!" he says, smiling a little bit. "Are you planting lavender?"
"I am, yeah. Well, I already planted it a couple weeks ago- just tending to it as it grows." She responds. The lavender plants seem healthy- she's doing good at caring for them.
The palico reaches out to grab is but is nabbed up by a man clad in armor. His helmet has scales with back facing spines on it. He has a chestplate made out of hard steel with a reddishbrown fur cloak around it. His greaves, gauntlets, and waist have a scale texture as well. On his right arm is a small crossbow looking mechanism. He has a shield attached to his left arm and a sword on the small of his back. "Sorry about him." the hunter apologizes. "He cant keep his hands to himself."
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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.
Riding through the woods slowly on a Seikret is a man clad in armor. His helmet has scales with back facing spines on it. He has a chestplate made out of hard steel with a reddishbrown fur cloak around it. His greaves, gauntlets, and waist have a scale texture as well. On his right arm is a small crossbow looking mechanism. He has a shield attached to his left arm and a sword on the small of his back. Sitting behind him is a small cat like creature, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. The Hunter looks around at his surroundings, breathing in the air with a smile hidden by his helmet.
She begins to tie the hair behind her head, "Hope you like you present. I'll go get what I'll wear."
They suddenly hear the crack of something in the woods, and then see Thorfinn running beside them, wearing his massive backpack, moving with inhuman speed, his hunter's badge shining bright of his chest. He tilts his head, "Fellow hunter?"
He nods. "im sure i will hon."
He had instinctively reached for his blade when he heard the crack. "Yeah, Avis Unit."
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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.
"Thorfinn, you need to stop." She days to him, making her presence known as she approaches him. "If you keep pushing yourself like this, you won't be able to hunt at all."
She stops, noticing something- noticing him. It's true, he's entirely silent and practically invisible: It seems she can sense his presence some other way. It almost seems familiar to him. "Who's there?" She calls out, her hand slowly moving towards the sheath at her hip.
He stops, turning back to them, panting as he sits down against the base of a tree, "There is a Blue Rath, I'll be fine, I promise I'll stop after this hunt." This is the fourth time he's promised that.
He doesn't make his presence known much more than he already has been, "You mentioned Kiko, who are you?" He asks, making his voice sound as normal as he can, "I can tell you're a beast hunter, I used to be as well."
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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.'
He had instinctively reached for his blade when he heard the crack. "Yeah, Avis Unit."
She walks into the bedroom, gesturing for them to follow.
"Heard about them, Eighth fleet myself, the ship headquarters is nearby, what brings you out here." He watches at that area, prepared to fight if anything comes out.
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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.'
He had instinctively reached for his blade when he heard the crack. "Yeah, Avis Unit."
She walks into the bedroom, gesturing for them to follow.
"Heard about them, Eighth fleet myself, the ship headquarters is nearby, what brings you out here." He watches at that area, prepared to fight if anything comes out.
He follows her
"Well, i was on a hunt but the trails gone cold."
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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.
He had instinctively reached for his blade when he heard the crack. "Yeah, Avis Unit."
She walks into the bedroom, gesturing for them to follow.
"Heard about them, Eighth fleet myself, the ship headquarters is nearby, what brings you out here." He watches at that area, prepared to fight if anything comes out.
He follows her
"Well, i was on a hunt but the trails gone cold."
She locks the door behind them. (Good end to that.)
He rubs his chin, "What were you hunting? Documented or new?"
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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.'
"Thorfinn, you need to stop." She days to him, making her presence known as she approaches him. "If you keep pushing yourself like this, you won't be able to hunt at all."
She stops, noticing something- noticing him. It's true, he's entirely silent and practically invisible: It seems she can sense his presence some other way. It almost seems familiar to him. "Who's there?" She calls out, her hand slowly moving towards the sheath at her hip.
He stops, turning back to them, panting as he sits down against the base of a tree, "There is a Blue Rath, I'll be fine, I promise I'll stop after this hunt." This is the fourth time he's promised that.
He doesn't make his presence known much more than he already has been, "You mentioned Kiko, who are you?" He asks, making his voice sound as normal as he can, "I can tell you're a beast hunter, I used to be as well."
"That's the fourth time you've promised that, and we both know you won't keep that promise either." She bluntly states- she lost her patience for this last time. "Look, I'll handle the Rath- you need to get back to the ship or the Inn or somewhere like that and rest."
She immediately looks at him, knowing exactly where he is. "I'm an old friend of hers." She answers warily, not dropping her guard in the least. "You know her too? Who are 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)
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*Ah bro, Mavis is actually also a member of the 8th.*
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.)
She puts her hands on their lap, "I... I'm going to give you something special, unless you have something you specifically want."
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.)
*-slow creak- Ah...awesome sauce*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He cups her face. "No need for that dear."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'm not doing it because I need to, dear." She kisses their cheek, "Can you help me take down my braids?"
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.)
*Wanna do a hunter on hunter interaction?*
He sighs. "Sure dear." he says, undoing her braids carefully
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hi there." She says to them, not immediately turning to face them as she tends to her garden. Once the flowerbed is weeded, she sits up to face them, still kneeling on the soil.
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)
"hello!" he says, smiling a little bit. "Are you planting lavender?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*If you want to, do you mind introing.*
She gets off of her stool, helping them with the braids, happy for such a good husband.
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.)
*Sure!!!*
Leo eventually gets them undone.
Riding through the woods slowly on a Seikret is a man clad in armor. His helmet has scales with back facing spines on it. He has a chestplate made out of hard steel with a reddishbrown fur cloak around it. His greaves, gauntlets, and waist have a scale texture as well. On his right arm is a small crossbow looking mechanism. He has a shield attached to his left arm and a sword on the small of his back. Sitting behind him is a small cat like creature, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. The Hunter looks around at his surroundings, breathing in the air with a smile hidden by his helmet.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Thorfinn, you need to stop." She days to him, making her presence known as she approaches him. "If you keep pushing yourself like this, you won't be able to hunt at all."
She stops, noticing something- noticing him. It's true, he's entirely silent and practically invisible: It seems she can sense his presence some other way. It almost seems familiar to him. "Who's there?" She calls out, her hand slowly moving towards the sheath at her hip.
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)
"I am, yeah. Well, I already planted it a couple weeks ago- just tending to it as it grows." She responds. The lavender plants seem healthy- she's doing good at caring for them.
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 begins to tie the hair behind her head, "Hope you like you present. I'll go get what I'll wear."
They suddenly hear the crack of something in the woods, and then see Thorfinn running beside them, wearing his massive backpack, moving with inhuman speed, his hunter's badge shining bright of his chest. He tilts his head, "Fellow hunter?"
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.)
The palico reaches out to grab is but is nabbed up by a man clad in armor. His helmet has scales with back facing spines on it. He has a chestplate made out of hard steel with a reddishbrown fur cloak around it. His greaves, gauntlets, and waist have a scale texture as well. On his right arm is a small crossbow looking mechanism. He has a shield attached to his left arm and a sword on the small of his back. "Sorry about him." the hunter apologizes. "He cant keep his hands to himself."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods. "im sure i will hon."
He had instinctively reached for his blade when he heard the crack. "Yeah, Avis Unit."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He stops, turning back to them, panting as he sits down against the base of a tree, "There is a Blue Rath, I'll be fine, I promise I'll stop after this hunt." This is the fourth time he's promised that.
He doesn't make his presence known much more than he already has been, "You mentioned Kiko, who are you?" He asks, making his voice sound as normal as he can, "I can tell you're a beast hunter, I used to be as well."
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.)
She walks into the bedroom, gesturing for them to follow.
"Heard about them, Eighth fleet myself, the ship headquarters is nearby, what brings you out here." He watches at that area, prepared to fight if anything comes out.
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 follows her
"Well, i was on a hunt but the trails gone cold."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She locks the door behind them. (Good end to that.)
He rubs his chin, "What were you hunting? Documented or new?"
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.)
"That's the fourth time you've promised that, and we both know you won't keep that promise either." She bluntly states- she lost her patience for this last time. "Look, I'll handle the Rath- you need to get back to the ship or the Inn or somewhere like that and rest."
She immediately looks at him, knowing exactly where he is. "I'm an old friend of hers." She answers warily, not dropping her guard in the least. "You know her too? Who are 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)