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?"
*yup :] *
"Its been sort of documented. Its called a Rompopolo."
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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.
"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.
"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?"
"You cant handle it without me... we're partners. I promise, actually, this is the last one, there won't be another. I swear, if not I'll retire from being a hunter entirely." He promises, looking like he actually means it.
From the shadows she can only see his wide, toothy, inhuman smile, "Well, that doesn't matter who I am, but I can't say I knew Kiko, more I know KK." He says, turning his rippling black flesh into a suit, looking presentable enough, his eyes not visible.
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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.'
*yvonne this is what I have for your settlement in my world tell me your thoughts
New Merikith is a massive ancient empire that had a resurgence after they found grand architect Jeeves. Jeeves immediately got to work expanding his empire and restoring the ruins of his old one and making alliances with other kingdoms nearby strategically showing its skill with international politics it slowly made New Merikith a global superpower with New Gladereach as its capital dominating the continent of Eluser with its immense influence.*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
"Yeah, you look in bad shape." he says, his palico peeking at them
He smiles and waves at the Palico "A Vaal Hazak got me pretty bad, almost died on the hunt."
The palico waves back. "Never heard of it." he says, adjusting how hes sitting
"Elder Dragon, from the new continent. Don't know how it got here." He smiles at the Palico, his own peeking out of his backpack, pitch black with yellow eyes.
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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?"
"You cant handle it without me... we're partners. I promise, actually, this is the last one, there won't be another. I swear, if not I'll retire from being a hunter entirely." He promises, looking like he actually means it.
From the shadows she can only see his wide, toothy, inhuman smile, "Well, that doesn't matter who I am, but I can't say I knew Kiko, more I know KK." He says, turning his rippling black flesh into a suit, looking presentable enough, his eyes not visible.
She thinks for a while, before sighing. "...Okay. But this is the last one." She responds, readying her shield and Gunlance. "Once this thing's dead, we'll take a break from hunting for a little while- enough for both of us to fully recover."
Her eyes narrow slightly as he emerges from the shadows, not scared in the least, and absolutely ready to fight if he tries anything. "KK? I thought she hated that nickname... Do you know where she is? I need to speak with her."
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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)
"Yeah, you look in bad shape." he says, his palico peeking at them
He smiles and waves at the Palico "A Vaal Hazak got me pretty bad, almost died on the hunt."
The palico waves back. "Never heard of it." he says, adjusting how hes sitting
"Elder Dragon, from the new continent. Don't know how it got here." He smiles at the Palico, his own peeking out of his backpack, pitch black with yellow eyes.
"ah, so not a fun fight." he says. "Need a ride back to your camp?"
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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.
She thinks for a while, before sighing. "...Okay. But this is the last one." She responds, readying her shield and Gunlance. "Once this thing's dead, we'll take a break from hunting for a little while- enough for both of us to fully recover."
Her eyes narrow slightly as he emerges from the shadows, not scared in the least, and absolutely ready to fight if he tries anything. "KK? I thought she hated that nickname... Do you know where she is? I need to speak with her."
He pushes himself back up, leaning against his hammer, "I'm sorry for all of this, I just want to... not be useless I guess, and spending time with you is fun too, but this is kinda the only way we can hang out." He says as he goes back to hunting the beast.
"Likely because the Kiko you know doesn't much exist anymore, a lot has happened to the Kiko you knew a long time ago. I could point you in the right direction, but I don't trust you much." He says honestly, just as ready to murder them if needed.
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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, you look in bad shape." he says, his palico peeking at them
He smiles and waves at the Palico "A Vaal Hazak got me pretty bad, almost died on the hunt."
The palico waves back. "Never heard of it." he says, adjusting how hes sitting
"Elder Dragon, from the new continent. Don't know how it got here." He smiles at the Palico, his own peeking out of his backpack, pitch black with yellow eyes.
"ah, so not a fun fight." he says. "Need a ride back to your camp?"
He thinks for a moment before nodding "That would be nice, the thing has rotting breath, makes potions nearly useless."
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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, you look in bad shape." he says, his palico peeking at them
He smiles and waves at the Palico "A Vaal Hazak got me pretty bad, almost died on the hunt."
The palico waves back. "Never heard of it." he says, adjusting how hes sitting
"Elder Dragon, from the new continent. Don't know how it got here." He smiles at the Palico, his own peeking out of his backpack, pitch black with yellow eyes.
"ah, so not a fun fight." he says. "Need a ride back to your camp?"
He thinks for a moment before nodding "That would be nice, the thing has rotting breath, makes potions nearly useless."
He offers his hand out. "hop on."
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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.
"Yeah, you look in bad shape." he says, his palico peeking at them
He smiles and waves at the Palico "A Vaal Hazak got me pretty bad, almost died on the hunt."
The palico waves back. "Never heard of it." he says, adjusting how hes sitting
"Elder Dragon, from the new continent. Don't know how it got here." He smiles at the Palico, his own peeking out of his backpack, pitch black with yellow eyes.
"ah, so not a fun fight." he says. "Need a ride back to your camp?"
He thinks for a moment before nodding "That would be nice, the thing has rotting breath, makes potions nearly useless."
He offers his hand out. "hop on."
He takes the hand, sitting down and sighing.
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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.'
She thinks for a while, before sighing. "...Okay. But this is the last one." She responds, readying her shield and Gunlance. "Once this thing's dead, we'll take a break from hunting for a little while- enough for both of us to fully recover."
Her eyes narrow slightly as he emerges from the shadows, not scared in the least, and absolutely ready to fight if he tries anything. "KK? I thought she hated that nickname... Do you know where she is? I need to speak with her."
He pushes himself back up, leaning against his hammer, "I'm sorry for all of this, I just want to... not be useless I guess, and spending time with you is fun too, but this is kinda the only way we can hang out." He says as he goes back to hunting the beast.
"Likely because the Kiko you know doesn't much exist anymore, a lot has happened to the Kiko you knew a long time ago. I could point you in the right direction, but I don't trust you much." He says honestly, just as ready to murder them if needed.
"I understand. I think spending time with you is fun, too." She responds, following the trail alongside him at a slow but consistent pace. "You're a good friend, Thorfinn. Maybe after this, we can hang out more doing things that don't involve killing monsters."
"I... I don't..." She trails off, seeming shocked. Her hand drifts away from her sheath and moves to hold the old-looking watch on her other wrist. "What happened to you?.." She mutters to herself, before focusing again, a solemn expression on her face. "Could you point me in the right direction, then? I promise- I swear on my life- that I won't do anything to hurt her or 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)
"Yeah, you look in bad shape." he says, his palico peeking at them
He smiles and waves at the Palico "A Vaal Hazak got me pretty bad, almost died on the hunt."
The palico waves back. "Never heard of it." he says, adjusting how hes sitting
"Elder Dragon, from the new continent. Don't know how it got here." He smiles at the Palico, his own peeking out of his backpack, pitch black with yellow eyes.
"ah, so not a fun fight." he says. "Need a ride back to your camp?"
He thinks for a moment before nodding "That would be nice, the thing has rotting breath, makes potions nearly useless."
He offers his hand out. "hop on."
He takes the hand, sitting down and sighing.
"Wheres your camp at?"
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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.
"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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*yup :] *
"Its been sort of documented. Its called a Rompopolo."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He thinks for a moment before shaking his head, "Never heard of it, abilities?"
*Unless you wanna pm it, but you probably don't.*
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.)
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*not today*
"Its a poisonous monster. Its a partial wyvern."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You cant handle it without me... we're partners. I promise, actually, this is the last one, there won't be another. I swear, if not I'll retire from being a hunter entirely." He promises, looking like he actually means it.
From the shadows she can only see his wide, toothy, inhuman smile, "Well, that doesn't matter who I am, but I can't say I knew Kiko, more I know KK." He says, turning his rippling black flesh into a suit, looking presentable enough, his eyes not visible.
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.)
"Hmm, interesting. I'll keep an eye out for it when I recover."
*That's what I thought.*
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.)
*yvonne this is what I have for your settlement in my world tell me your thoughts
New Merikith is a massive ancient empire that had a resurgence after they found grand architect Jeeves. Jeeves immediately got to work expanding his empire and restoring the ruins of his old one and making alliances with other kingdoms nearby strategically showing its skill with international politics it slowly made New Merikith a global superpower with New Gladereach as its capital dominating the continent of Eluser with its immense influence.*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
"Yeah, you look in bad shape." he says, his palico peeking at them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles and waves at the Palico "A Vaal Hazak got me pretty bad, almost died on the hunt."
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 waves back. "Never heard of it." he says, adjusting how hes sitting
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Elder Dragon, from the new continent. Don't know how it got here." He smiles at the Palico, his own peeking out of his backpack, pitch black with yellow eyes.
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 thinks for a while, before sighing. "...Okay. But this is the last one." She responds, readying her shield and Gunlance. "Once this thing's dead, we'll take a break from hunting for a little while- enough for both of us to fully recover."
Her eyes narrow slightly as he emerges from the shadows, not scared in the least, and absolutely ready to fight if he tries anything. "KK? I thought she hated that nickname... Do you know where she is? I need to speak with her."
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)
"ah, so not a fun fight." he says. "Need a ride back to your camp?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He pushes himself back up, leaning against his hammer, "I'm sorry for all of this, I just want to... not be useless I guess, and spending time with you is fun too, but this is kinda the only way we can hang out." He says as he goes back to hunting the beast.
"Likely because the Kiko you know doesn't much exist anymore, a lot has happened to the Kiko you knew a long time ago. I could point you in the right direction, but I don't trust you much." He says honestly, just as ready to murder them if needed.
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 thinks for a moment before nodding "That would be nice, the thing has rotting breath, makes potions nearly useless."
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 offers his hand out. "hop on."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He takes the hand, sitting down and sighing.
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.)
"I understand. I think spending time with you is fun, too." She responds, following the trail alongside him at a slow but consistent pace. "You're a good friend, Thorfinn. Maybe after this, we can hang out more doing things that don't involve killing monsters."
"I... I don't..." She trails off, seeming shocked. Her hand drifts away from her sheath and moves to hold the old-looking watch on her other wrist. "What happened to you?.." She mutters to herself, before focusing again, a solemn expression on her face. "Could you point me in the right direction, then? I promise- I swear on my life- that I won't do anything to hurt her or 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)
"Wheres your camp at?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.