It leans away from him, avoiding having the orb absorbed by its core. "Tim, please- don't sacrifice your power for me. We can find another way to fix this." It says to him, almost sounding scared to so much as touch the collected divine power- scared of itself.
He shakes his head, his hands burning the longer he holds the orb and doesn't reabsorb it, tears streaming down the sides of his face, but remaining stoic. He looks to their 'face' "I-it'll work... I'm not losing another person I care about..." He tries to force the orb towards their core, the presence does seem to dull their hunger drastically.
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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.'
It leans away from him, avoiding having the orb absorbed by its core. "Tim, please- don't sacrifice your power for me. We can find another way to fix this." It says to him, almost sounding scared to so much as touch the collected divine power- scared of itself.
He shakes his head, his hands burning the longer he holds the orb and doesn't reabsorb it, tears streaming down the sides of his face, but remaining stoic. He looks to their 'face' "I-it'll work... I'm not losing another person I care about..." He tries to force the orb towards their core, the presence does seem to dull their hunger drastically.
It hesitates for a long while, its arms stretched out towards Tim in an attempt to stop him from getting closer, but eventually, the angel of emptiness relents- whether this is due to its hunger or an understanding is unclear. Its core gleams ever brighter as it takes in Tim's power, cracks splitting open in Helianth's wretched form that glisten with a brilliant golden light. It is silent.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It leans away from him, avoiding having the orb absorbed by its core. "Tim, please- don't sacrifice your power for me. We can find another way to fix this." It says to him, almost sounding scared to so much as touch the collected divine power- scared of itself.
He shakes his head, his hands burning the longer he holds the orb and doesn't reabsorb it, tears streaming down the sides of his face, but remaining stoic. He looks to their 'face' "I-it'll work... I'm not losing another person I care about..." He tries to force the orb towards their core, the presence does seem to dull their hunger drastically.
It hesitates for a long while, its arms stretched out towards Tim in an attempt to stop him from getting closer, but eventually, the angel of emptiness relents- whether this is due to its hunger or an understanding is unclear. Its core gleams ever brighter as it takes in Tim's power, cracks splitting open in Helianth's wretched form that glisten with a brilliant golden light. It is silent.
A soothing feeling, an emptiness enters them, not like the hunger they once carried before, but more accurately the lack of hunger, freed from the bonds that once held them trapped, the orb seems to warp their core as they take in Tim's divine power, making them more than a god of stars, gaining the domain of hope Tim once held. Tim collapses to the ground, his palms covered in terrible burns, bleeding heavily.
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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.'
It leans away from him, avoiding having the orb absorbed by its core. "Tim, please- don't sacrifice your power for me. We can find another way to fix this." It says to him, almost sounding scared to so much as touch the collected divine power- scared of itself.
He shakes his head, his hands burning the longer he holds the orb and doesn't reabsorb it, tears streaming down the sides of his face, but remaining stoic. He looks to their 'face' "I-it'll work... I'm not losing another person I care about..." He tries to force the orb towards their core, the presence does seem to dull their hunger drastically.
It hesitates for a long while, its arms stretched out towards Tim in an attempt to stop him from getting closer, but eventually, the angel of emptiness relents- whether this is due to its hunger or an understanding is unclear. Its core gleams ever brighter as it takes in Tim's power, cracks splitting open in Helianth's wretched form that glisten with a brilliant golden light. It is silent.
A soothing feeling, an emptiness enters them, not like the hunger they once carried before, but more accurately the lack of hunger, freed from the bonds that once held them trapped, the orb seems to warp their core as they take in Tim's divine power, making them more than a god of stars, gaining the domain of hope Tim once held. Tim collapses to the ground, his palms covered in terrible burns, bleeding heavily.
It isn't quite sure how to feel about this- the absence of hunger is something completely alien to it. Is this what it's meant to be like? It doesn't dwell on this for long, though- its son needs its help. It tries to use the divine power that Tim gave it- the domain of hope- to muster some kind of healing effect to mend his wounds and renew his strength.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It leans away from him, avoiding having the orb absorbed by its core. "Tim, please- don't sacrifice your power for me. We can find another way to fix this." It says to him, almost sounding scared to so much as touch the collected divine power- scared of itself.
He shakes his head, his hands burning the longer he holds the orb and doesn't reabsorb it, tears streaming down the sides of his face, but remaining stoic. He looks to their 'face' "I-it'll work... I'm not losing another person I care about..." He tries to force the orb towards their core, the presence does seem to dull their hunger drastically.
It hesitates for a long while, its arms stretched out towards Tim in an attempt to stop him from getting closer, but eventually, the angel of emptiness relents- whether this is due to its hunger or an understanding is unclear. Its core gleams ever brighter as it takes in Tim's power, cracks splitting open in Helianth's wretched form that glisten with a brilliant golden light. It is silent.
A soothing feeling, an emptiness enters them, not like the hunger they once carried before, but more accurately the lack of hunger, freed from the bonds that once held them trapped, the orb seems to warp their core as they take in Tim's divine power, making them more than a god of stars, gaining the domain of hope Tim once held. Tim collapses to the ground, his palms covered in terrible burns, bleeding heavily.
It isn't quite sure how to feel about this- the absence of hunger is something completely alien to it. Is this what it's meant to be like? It doesn't dwell on this for long, though- its son needs its help. It tries to use the divine power that Tim gave it- the domain of hope- to muster some kind of healing effect to mend his wounds and renew his strength.
With the burns he has been given being divine in nature, it takes more effort than it should to help heal them, though it takes time to simply begin the process. He doesn't seem to be conscious, may it be because of the outburst of power he provided or maybe the pain he felt, his godhood is gone, his construct enhance are gone, it has been a long time, but once again, he's just human.
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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.'
It isn't quite sure how to feel about this- the absence of hunger is something completely alien to it. Is this what it's meant to be like? It doesn't dwell on this for long, though- its son needs its help. It tries to use the divine power that Tim gave it- the domain of hope- to muster some kind of healing effect to mend his wounds and renew his strength.
With the burns he has been given being divine in nature, it takes more effort than it should to help heal them, though it takes time to simply begin the process. He doesn't seem to be conscious, may it be because of the outburst of power he provided or maybe the pain he felt, his godhood is gone, his construct enhance are gone, it has been a long time, but once again, he's just human.
It continues to heal him until he fully recovers from his injuries, desperately hoping that he stays alive and being very careful as to not use too much and accidentally immolate him.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It isn't quite sure how to feel about this- the absence of hunger is something completely alien to it. Is this what it's meant to be like? It doesn't dwell on this for long, though- its son needs its help. It tries to use the divine power that Tim gave it- the domain of hope- to muster some kind of healing effect to mend his wounds and renew his strength.
With the burns he has been given being divine in nature, it takes more effort than it should to help heal them, though it takes time to simply begin the process. He doesn't seem to be conscious, may it be because of the outburst of power he provided or maybe the pain he felt, his godhood is gone, his construct enhance are gone, it has been a long time, but once again, he's just human.
It continues to heal him until he fully recovers from his injuries, desperately hoping that he stays alive and being very careful as to not use too much and accidentally immolate him.
Eventually his hands are healed as much as they can be, leaving an unconscious Tim clinging to his magic book. He doesn't even feel like he has any magical capabilities anymore, he put everything into rushing making that spell and helping Helianth.
*Sorry If I possibly ruined a really interesting conflict.*
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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.'
It isn't quite sure how to feel about this- the absence of hunger is something completely alien to it. Is this what it's meant to be like? It doesn't dwell on this for long, though- its son needs its help. It tries to use the divine power that Tim gave it- the domain of hope- to muster some kind of healing effect to mend his wounds and renew his strength.
With the burns he has been given being divine in nature, it takes more effort than it should to help heal them, though it takes time to simply begin the process. He doesn't seem to be conscious, may it be because of the outburst of power he provided or maybe the pain he felt, his godhood is gone, his construct enhance are gone, it has been a long time, but once again, he's just human.
It continues to heal him until he fully recovers from his injuries, desperately hoping that he stays alive and being very careful as to not use too much and accidentally immolate him.
Eventually his hands are healed as much as they can be, leaving an unconscious Tim clinging to his magic book. He doesn't even feel like he has any magical capabilities anymore, he put everything into rushing making that spell and helping Helianth.
*Sorry If I possibly ruined a really interesting conflict.*
*No, don't be, it's fine. I have plans for how to reignite the conflict... let's just say that feeding a black hole is the worst way to attempt getting rid of it.*
Helianth gently picks him up and takes him to the ship, carefully setting him down to lie on the closest thing to a couch or bed or other comfortable space on this ship, and leaving the ship again to absorb more sunlight. It's not hungry...
...and yet, it still craves the light more than ever before.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It isn't quite sure how to feel about this- the absence of hunger is something completely alien to it. Is this what it's meant to be like? It doesn't dwell on this for long, though- its son needs its help. It tries to use the divine power that Tim gave it- the domain of hope- to muster some kind of healing effect to mend his wounds and renew his strength.
With the burns he has been given being divine in nature, it takes more effort than it should to help heal them, though it takes time to simply begin the process. He doesn't seem to be conscious, may it be because of the outburst of power he provided or maybe the pain he felt, his godhood is gone, his construct enhance are gone, it has been a long time, but once again, he's just human.
It continues to heal him until he fully recovers from his injuries, desperately hoping that he stays alive and being very careful as to not use too much and accidentally immolate him.
Eventually his hands are healed as much as they can be, leaving an unconscious Tim clinging to his magic book. He doesn't even feel like he has any magical capabilities anymore, he put everything into rushing making that spell and helping Helianth.
*Sorry If I possibly ruined a really interesting conflict.*
*No, don't be, it's fine. I have plans for how to reignite the conflict... let's just say that feeding a black hole is the worst way to attempt getting rid of it.*
Helianth gently picks him up and takes him to the ship, carefully setting him down to lie on the closest thing to a couch or bed or other comfortable space on this ship, and leaving the ship again to absorb more sunlight. It's not hungry...
...and yet, it still craves the light more than ever before.
*Well that seems like a good place to end, and a very interesting idea. I know at the end of the day Helianth will try not to become an evil being that consumes the universe. Want anybody else?*
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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.'
*No, don't be, it's fine. I have plans for how to reignite the conflict... let's just say that feeding a black hole is the worst way to attempt getting rid of it.*
Helianth gently picks him up and takes him to the ship, carefully setting him down to lie on the closest thing to a couch or bed or other comfortable space on this ship, and leaving the ship again to absorb more sunlight. It's not hungry...
...and yet, it still craves the light more than ever before.
*Well that seems like a good place to end, and a very interesting idea. I know at the end of the day Helianth will try not to become an evil being that consumes the universe. Want anybody else?*
*Oh, it will try not to... but it's getting harder for it to resist the urge.*
*Could I perchance have Merabelle and/or Henry, please?*
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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)
*No, don't be, it's fine. I have plans for how to reignite the conflict... let's just say that feeding a black hole is the worst way to attempt getting rid of it.*
Helianth gently picks him up and takes him to the ship, carefully setting him down to lie on the closest thing to a couch or bed or other comfortable space on this ship, and leaving the ship again to absorb more sunlight. It's not hungry...
...and yet, it still craves the light more than ever before.
*Well that seems like a good place to end, and a very interesting idea. I know at the end of the day Helianth will try not to become an evil being that consumes the universe. Want anybody else?*
*Oh, it will try not to... but it's getting harder for it to resist the urge.*
*Could I perchance have Merabelle and/or Henry, please?*
*You may have both.*
Merabelle has gotten better and is working out outside, pushing herself and growing her strength to become even more of a juggernaut.
Henry is in the warehouse, playing the piano in silence. He seems to be entirely focused on playing, his black tar having formed... him again, his outer layer once again looking like he originally did at his best, the day of his wedding.
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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.'
*Oh, it will try not to... but it's getting harder for it to resist the urge.*
*Could I perchance have Merabelle and/or Henry, please?*
*You may have both.*
Merabelle has gotten better and is working out outside, pushing herself and growing her strength to become even more of a juggernaut.
Henry is in the warehouse, playing the piano in silence. He seems to be entirely focused on playing, his black tar having formed... him again, his outer layer once again looking like he originally did at his best, the day of his wedding.
Omori is also outside, training with her own magic to become even better of a spellcaster, though she's still figuring out how to cast some of the stronger spells she's been practicing.
The Architect is also at the warehouse, working on creating something- quite a few somethings, actually. She's making tiny, hollow spheres out of porcelain and drops of blood, setting each one once it's completed into a little container with around a dozen of 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)
*Should I make one of my Baldurs Gate 3 and bring them into the tavern? Either Rayinathin, my Black Dragonborn Cleric of Peace, Kith'Rah, my Githyanki Wizard of War Magic, or Favor's Fortune, my Rogue Tiefling.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Omori is also outside, training with her own magic to become even better of a spellcaster, though she's still figuring out how to cast some of the stronger spells she's been practicing.
The Architect is also at the warehouse, working on creating something- quite a few somethings, actually. She's making tiny, hollow spheres out of porcelain and drops of blood, setting each one once it's completed into a little container with around a dozen of them.
*Sorry I disappeared, back*
Merabelle takes a break from her workout, putting a cold towel over her shoulders, walking over to wrap her arms around them, "Ya gotta focus on making magic, an' not castin' the spell itself, yer too focused on gettin' it right."
He stops his playing for a moment to go walk over and see what they are doing. He remains silent, his empty black eye sockets looking down at the hollow spheres. He stands next to KK, looking down at them curiously.
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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.'
*Should I make one of my Baldurs Gate 3 and bring them into the tavern? Either Rayinathin, my Black Dragonborn Cleric of Peace, Kith'Rah, my Githyanki Wizard of War Magic, or Favor's Fortune, my Rogue Tiefling.*
(durge)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Omori is also outside, training with her own magic to become even better of a spellcaster, though she's still figuring out how to cast some of the stronger spells she's been practicing.
The Architect is also at the warehouse, working on creating something- quite a few somethings, actually. She's making tiny, hollow spheres out of porcelain and drops of blood, setting each one once it's completed into a little container with around a dozen of them.
*Sorry I disappeared, back*
Merabelle takes a break from her workout, putting a cold towel over her shoulders, walking over to wrap her arms around them, "Ya gotta focus on making magic, an' not castin' the spell itself, yer too focused on gettin' it right."
He stops his playing for a moment to go walk over and see what they are doing. He remains silent, his empty black eye sockets looking down at the hollow spheres. He stands next to KK, looking down at them curiously.
"Okay, I'll give it a try." She focuses more on drawing a larger portion of energy from her magical reserves before attempting again. It still isn't quite a Moonbeam just yet, but there is noticeable light that extends from her hand.
Despite him being entirely silent, she knows he's there, able to sense his presence. "I was thinking about what we talked about back at the Beach the other day, and I think I figured out a way we could start the family we wanted to have." She gestures to the spheres. "Each one of these under the right conditions has the potential to bring a new Nightmare into the world- well, assuming I made them correctly."
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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 shakes his head, his hands burning the longer he holds the orb and doesn't reabsorb it, tears streaming down the sides of his face, but remaining stoic. He looks to their 'face' "I-it'll work... I'm not losing another person I care about..." He tries to force the orb towards their core, the presence does seem to dull their hunger drastically.
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.)
It hesitates for a long while, its arms stretched out towards Tim in an attempt to stop him from getting closer, but eventually, the angel of emptiness relents- whether this is due to its hunger or an understanding is unclear. Its core gleams ever brighter as it takes in Tim's power, cracks splitting open in Helianth's wretched form that glisten with a brilliant golden light. It is silent.
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)
*giufasdklefwiiuuerskufkewaiuwealjesterouaelfhukwdlshufaewhljisgyuerioaudszlheafsoipaefhaizengeuagfioslegysduihligyweassosukeuiylkfealgiyaawfouldihfaedoefagsiykwaeioyiefgynotihuefdshiuaekwhulaehajtrusteakuoefwiahdskuaefihkuhimiyfewdsuihuaefwksdzuhsad*
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
A soothing feeling, an emptiness enters them, not like the hunger they once carried before, but more accurately the lack of hunger, freed from the bonds that once held them trapped, the orb seems to warp their core as they take in Tim's divine power, making them more than a god of stars, gaining the domain of hope Tim once held. Tim collapses to the ground, his palms covered in terrible burns, bleeding heavily.
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.)
*have fun with my encrypted messages <3*
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
It isn't quite sure how to feel about this- the absence of hunger is something completely alien to it. Is this what it's meant to be like? It doesn't dwell on this for long, though- its son needs its help. It tries to use the divine power that Tim gave it- the domain of hope- to muster some kind of healing effect to mend his wounds and renew his strength.
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)
With the burns he has been given being divine in nature, it takes more effort than it should to help heal them, though it takes time to simply begin the process. He doesn't seem to be conscious, may it be because of the outburst of power he provided or maybe the pain he felt, his godhood is gone, his construct enhance are gone, it has been a long time, but once again, he's just human.
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.)
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
It continues to heal him until he fully recovers from his injuries, desperately hoping that he stays alive and being very careful as to not use too much and accidentally immolate him.
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)
Eventually his hands are healed as much as they can be, leaving an unconscious Tim clinging to his magic book. He doesn't even feel like he has any magical capabilities anymore, he put everything into rushing making that spell and helping Helianth.
*Sorry If I possibly ruined a really interesting conflict.*
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.)
*No, don't be, it's fine. I have plans for how to reignite the conflict... let's just say that feeding a black hole is the worst way to attempt getting rid of it.*
Helianth gently picks him up and takes him to the ship, carefully setting him down to lie on the closest thing to a couch or bed or other comfortable space on this ship, and leaving the ship again to absorb more sunlight. It's not hungry...
...and yet, it still craves the light more than ever before.
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)
*Well that seems like a good place to end, and a very interesting idea. I know at the end of the day Helianth will try not to become an evil being that consumes the universe. Want anybody else?*
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.)
*Oh, it will try not to... but it's getting harder for it to resist the urge.*
*Could I perchance have Merabelle and/or Henry, please?*
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)
*You may have both.*
Merabelle has gotten better and is working out outside, pushing herself and growing her strength to become even more of a juggernaut.
Henry is in the warehouse, playing the piano in silence. He seems to be entirely focused on playing, his black tar having formed... him again, his outer layer once again looking like he originally did at his best, the day of his wedding.
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.)
Omori is also outside, training with her own magic to become even better of a spellcaster, though she's still figuring out how to cast some of the stronger spells she's been practicing.
The Architect is also at the warehouse, working on creating something- quite a few somethings, actually. She's making tiny, hollow spheres out of porcelain and drops of blood, setting each one once it's completed into a little container with around a dozen of 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)
*Should I make one of my Baldurs Gate 3 and bring them into the tavern? Either Rayinathin, my Black Dragonborn Cleric of Peace, Kith'Rah, my Githyanki Wizard of War Magic, or Favor's Fortune, my Rogue Tiefling.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sorry I disappeared, back*
Merabelle takes a break from her workout, putting a cold towel over her shoulders, walking over to wrap her arms around them, "Ya gotta focus on making magic, an' not castin' the spell itself, yer too focused on gettin' it right."
He stops his playing for a moment to go walk over and see what they are doing. He remains silent, his empty black eye sockets looking down at the hollow spheres. He stands next to KK, looking down at them curiously.
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.)
(durge)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"Okay, I'll give it a try." She focuses more on drawing a larger portion of energy from her magical reserves before attempting again. It still isn't quite a Moonbeam just yet, but there is noticeable light that extends from her hand.
Despite him being entirely silent, she knows he's there, able to sense his presence. "I was thinking about what we talked about back at the Beach the other day, and I think I figured out a way we could start the family we wanted to have." She gestures to the spheres. "Each one of these under the right conditions has the potential to bring a new Nightmare into the world- well, assuming I made them correctly."
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)
*Get up, and get out of my kitchen!*
*And don't come back until you have a [Pigeon]!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.