"I am no honorable my son, you may call me Luciano." He chuckled and nodded "I am glad to here you are well."
*Yep, felt like doing something new.*
"More honorable than I, a true man of the church. I am Uzui, a pleasure." He bows his head, putting his hands together out of respect.
"It is a pleasure to meet you. May I offer you a cup of tea?" he asked, tilting his head.
He thinks about it for a moment before nodding "That would be pleasant, if you wouldn't mind the effort."
He smiles "Of course not, come with me." He stands up and walks back inside, bowing to the warforge before heading in. The warforge bows back and continues its work.
"That is Barrett. He is a Paladin of Peace, you see. He believes in the idea of good being in everyone." Luciano explains.
"I am no honorable my son, you may call me Luciano." He chuckled and nodded "I am glad to here you are well."
*Yep, felt like doing something new.*
"More honorable than I, a true man of the church. I am Uzui, a pleasure." He bows his head, putting his hands together out of respect.
"It is a pleasure to meet you. May I offer you a cup of tea?" he asked, tilting his head.
He thinks about it for a moment before nodding "That would be pleasant, if you wouldn't mind the effort."
He smiles "Of course not, come with me." He stands up and walks back inside, bowing to the warforge before heading in. The warforge bows back and continues its work.
"That is Barrett. He is a Paladin of Peace, you see. He believes in the idea of good being in everyone." Luciano explains.
He bows to the Warforged as well before continuing to follow after them "Idealistic and Optimistic, this truly is a wonderful church, isn't it?" He says, looking around though continuing to follow them.
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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.'
"I am no honorable my son, you may call me Luciano." He chuckled and nodded "I am glad to here you are well."
*Yep, felt like doing something new.*
"More honorable than I, a true man of the church. I am Uzui, a pleasure." He bows his head, putting his hands together out of respect.
"It is a pleasure to meet you. May I offer you a cup of tea?" he asked, tilting his head.
He thinks about it for a moment before nodding "That would be pleasant, if you wouldn't mind the effort."
He smiles "Of course not, come with me." He stands up and walks back inside, bowing to the warforge before heading in. The warforge bows back and continues its work.
"That is Barrett. He is a Paladin of Peace, you see. He believes in the idea of good being in everyone." Luciano explains.
He bows to the Warforged as well before continuing to follow after them "Idealistic and Optimistic, this truly is a wonderful church, isn't it?" He says, looking around though continuing to follow them.
"We try to be. Open to all, including the minds. Whether you be an elf, a dwarf, gay, straight, both, neither, former a woman, formerly a man, evil or good, all are welcome here." He said and led him back to a small kitchen. He sets a very worn kettle on the gas burner and turns to a cabinet "Do you have a preference?"
"We try to be. Open to all, including the minds. Whether you be an elf, a dwarf, gay, straight, both, neither, former a woman, formerly a man, evil or good, all are welcome here." He said and led him back to a small kitchen. He sets a very worn kettle on the gas burner and turns to a cabinet "Do you have a preference?"
"No preference at all, as long as the tea is in a cup, I won't complain." He smiles, looking for somewhere to sit nearby, laughing softly, "Better than most, and yet doing what should be the bare minimum," He leans back, his blades flickering into existence on his belt.
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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.'
*Goooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is at the Faceless Fair, working on the construction of the fairground's new districts. Progress is going swimmingly so far- the Lightless District is almost complete, and the others are around a third of the way to completion each.
Mavis has taken one of the smaller lavender plants from her garden and carefully replanted it in a clay pot of soil. She is currently tending to the rest of her little garden.
Helianth is inside the Spelljammer's storage room, staying in the more shaded part of the space. All the windows in the ship have been covered with opaque cloth as to not let light in- it doesn't want to risk losing control.
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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)
"We try to be. Open to all, including the minds. Whether you be an elf, a dwarf, gay, straight, both, neither, former a woman, formerly a man, evil or good, all are welcome here." He said and led him back to a small kitchen. He sets a very worn kettle on the gas burner and turns to a cabinet "Do you have a preference?"
"No preference at all, as long as the tea is in a cup, I won't complain." He smiles, looking for somewhere to sit nearby, laughing softly, "Better than most, and yet doing what should be the bare minimum," He leans back, his blades flickering into existence on his belt.
"Truly. It is sad that those who preach a god's love turn it on its head and deem that their god's love is only meant for the specific few."
*Goooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is at the Faceless Fair, working on the construction of the fairground's new districts. Progress is going swimmingly so far- the Lightless District is almost complete, and the others are around a third of the way to completion each.
Mavis has taken one of the smaller lavender plants from her garden and carefully replanted it in a clay pot of soil. She is currently tending to the rest of her little garden.
*Sorry I disappeared yesterday.*
Henry is in the Faceless Fair, he isn't doing anything to interrupt her work, just sitting on a bench, seemingly carving something.
Thorfinn decides to come visit, he's kept his promise and hasn't hunted since they defeated that Blue Rath, leaning against the Inn as he watches them silently.
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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.'
"We try to be. Open to all, including the minds. Whether you be an elf, a dwarf, gay, straight, both, neither, former a woman, formerly a man, evil or good, all are welcome here." He said and led him back to a small kitchen. He sets a very worn kettle on the gas burner and turns to a cabinet "Do you have a preference?"
"No preference at all, as long as the tea is in a cup, I won't complain." He smiles, looking for somewhere to sit nearby, laughing softly, "Better than most, and yet doing what should be the bare minimum," He leans back, his blades flickering into existence on his belt.
"Truly. It is sad that those who preach a god's love turn it on its head and deem that their god's love is only meant for the specific few."
"Mercy is a thing given by few, and true kindness even less, it has been very unfortunate." He begins knitting using two knives, using yarn he got from nowhere "Would you like me to make you something?"
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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.'
"We try to be. Open to all, including the minds. Whether you be an elf, a dwarf, gay, straight, both, neither, former a woman, formerly a man, evil or good, all are welcome here." He said and led him back to a small kitchen. He sets a very worn kettle on the gas burner and turns to a cabinet "Do you have a preference?"
"No preference at all, as long as the tea is in a cup, I won't complain." He smiles, looking for somewhere to sit nearby, laughing softly, "Better than most, and yet doing what should be the bare minimum," He leans back, his blades flickering into existence on his belt.
"Truly. It is sad that those who preach a god's love turn it on its head and deem that their god's love is only meant for the specific few."
"Mercy is a thing given by few, and true kindness even less, it has been very unfortunate." He begins knitting using two knives, using yarn he got from nowhere "Would you like me to make you something?"
"Oh my child, you don't need to give me a thing." He smiles happily "I am happy you simply are willing to talk with me."
Once the kettle begins to scream, he takes it off and pours the boiling water in each mug. He places a fruity smelling tea bag in his own and simple black tea in theirs.
*Goooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is at the Faceless Fair, working on the construction of the fairground's new districts. Progress is going swimmingly so far- the Lightless District is almost complete, and the others are around a third of the way to completion each.
Mavis has taken one of the smaller lavender plants from her garden and carefully replanted it in a clay pot of soil. She is currently tending to the rest of her little garden.
*Sorry I disappeared yesterday.*
Henry is in the Faceless Fair, he isn't doing anything to interrupt her work, just sitting on a bench, seemingly carving something.
Thorfinn decides to come visit, he's kept his promise and hasn't hunted since they defeated that Blue Rath, leaning against the Inn as he watches them silently.
*It's perfectly okay, no apologies necessary.*
After a few minutes, she pauses her work, folding up into her more humanoid form as she walks over to him and sits on the bench as well. "What're you working on?" She asks curiously.
She looks up from the garden for a moment and notices him there. "Hey, Thorfinn." She says in greeting, sitting up a bit as she looks over at him, still kneeling in the soil. "How've things been?"
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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)
"We try to be. Open to all, including the minds. Whether you be an elf, a dwarf, gay, straight, both, neither, former a woman, formerly a man, evil or good, all are welcome here." He said and led him back to a small kitchen. He sets a very worn kettle on the gas burner and turns to a cabinet "Do you have a preference?"
"No preference at all, as long as the tea is in a cup, I won't complain." He smiles, looking for somewhere to sit nearby, laughing softly, "Better than most, and yet doing what should be the bare minimum," He leans back, his blades flickering into existence on his belt.
"Truly. It is sad that those who preach a god's love turn it on its head and deem that their god's love is only meant for the specific few."
"Mercy is a thing given by few, and true kindness even less, it has been very unfortunate." He begins knitting using two knives, using yarn he got from nowhere "Would you like me to make you something?"
"Oh my child, you don't need to give me a thing." He smiles happily "I am happy you simply are willing to talk with me."
Once the kettle begins to scream, he takes it off and pours the boiling water in each mug. He places a fruity smelling tea bag in his own and simple black tea in theirs.
He smiles at the tea, "Something simple then, a sweater to keep you warm in the winter perhaps?" He asks himself in a bemused tone, letting the tea bag soak for as long as it can, wanting the flavor to be as strong as possible.
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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.'
After a few minutes, she pauses her work, folding up into her more humanoid form as she walks over to him and sits on the bench as well. "What're you working on?" She asks curiously.
She looks up from the garden for a moment and notices him there. "Hey, Thorfinn." She says in greeting, sitting up a bit as she looks over at him, still kneeling in the soil. "How've things been?"
*No! It isn't okay, apologies are necessary.*
He looks over to them, despite his eye sockets being hollow, his look is loving, smiling softly with what remains of his face, "Nothing dear, just something to busy myself while you do you work around the fair."
He sits down nearby, the greying has almost entirely faded, sitting outside of the garden as not to disturb it. He puts his head in his hands, "I've been... fine I suppose, I've had a lot of time to think, you Mavis?"
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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.'
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
After a few minutes, she pauses her work, folding up into her more humanoid form as she walks over to him and sits on the bench as well. "What're you working on?" She asks curiously.
She looks up from the garden for a moment and notices him there. "Hey, Thorfinn." She says in greeting, sitting up a bit as she looks over at him, still kneeling in the soil. "How've things been?"
*No! It isn't okay, apologies are necessary.*
He looks over to them, despite his eye sockets being hollow, his look is loving, smiling softly with what remains of his face, "Nothing dear, just something to busy myself while you do your work around the fair."
He sits down nearby, the greying has almost entirely faded, sitting outside of the garden as not to disturb it. He puts his head in his hands, "I've been... fine I suppose, I've had a lot of time to think, you Mavis?"
"From what I can see so far, it looks great- I look forward to once it's finished." She replies, silent for a while after before she thinks of something. Her mask doesn't change at all, and yet it seems like her expression looks almost surprised. "Dear, whatever did we do with the Paleblood that Elil gave us? I can't quite recall."
"Fine is a lot better than we were before. Good to hear you're at least doing kinda alright. I was getting kinda worried." She starts, a faintest indication of a smile on her face for a second. "I've been alright- mostly recovered from that last hunt, wanted to wind down a bit."
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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)
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
After a few minutes, she pauses her work, folding up into her more humanoid form as she walks over to him and sits on the bench as well. "What're you working on?" She asks curiously.
She looks up from the garden for a moment and notices him there. "Hey, Thorfinn." She says in greeting, sitting up a bit as she looks over at him, still kneeling in the soil. "How've things been?"
*No! It isn't okay, apologies are necessary.*
He looks over to them, despite his eye sockets being hollow, his look is loving, smiling softly with what remains of his face, "Nothing dear, just something to busy myself while you do your work around the fair."
He sits down nearby, the greying has almost entirely faded, sitting outside of the garden as not to disturb it. He puts his head in his hands, "I've been... fine I suppose, I've had a lot of time to think, you Mavis?"
"From what I can see so far, it looks great- I look forward to once it's finished." She replies, silent for a while after before she thinks of something. Her mask doesn't change at all, and yet it seems like her expression looks almost surprised. "Dear, whatever did we do with the Paleblood that Elil gave us? I can't quite recall."
"Fine is a lot better than we were before. Good to hear you're at least doing kinda alright. I was getting kinda worried." She starts, a faintest indication of a smile on her face for a second. "I've been alright- mostly recovered from that last hunt, wanted to wind down a bit."
He thinks for a moment, expression bubbling before he turns back to them, "He gave us Paleblood? I don't quite remember that, but it'll be fine, we will eventually talk with him again and ask." He leans back in his chair, rubbing his hands together and putting down the carving he was making.
He sighs, cracking his neck, "You were worried about me? I told you I was going to be fine, you shouldn't have to worry. It's good to hear you're alright, happy for you. I think I won't be going on another hunt for a while."
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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.'
A echoing roar is heard from the woods. Trees shake and fall as a huge dragon lashes out at 4 figures. The dragons blue scales glint in the harsh sunlight as lightning crackles, scorching the earth. Theren moves in between its legs, swords drawn as he tries to find a chink its armor. Leo is coated in flames as he works on summoning a huge pillar of flames. Zen is sprinting away from a line of lightning from the dragons mouth, ducking under trees and behind a boulder, breathing heavily. Phoenix is sitting in a tree taking potshots at the dragon. All of them have injuries, none life threatening yet but they all look exhausted. The Ancient Blue Dragon roars as storm clouds gather around its head, as lightning crackles in the clouds, making the sky crackle and boom.
*Yep, felt like doing something new.*
"More honorable than I, a true man of the church. I am Uzui, a pleasure." He bows his head, putting his hands together out of respect.
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 is a pleasure to meet you. May I offer you a cup of tea?" he asked, tilting his head.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He thinks about it for a moment before nodding "That would be pleasant, if you wouldn't mind the effort."
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 smiles "Of course not, come with me." He stands up and walks back inside, bowing to the warforge before heading in. The warforge bows back and continues its work.
"That is Barrett. He is a Paladin of Peace, you see. He believes in the idea of good being in everyone." Luciano explains.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He bows to the Warforged as well before continuing to follow after them "Idealistic and Optimistic, this truly is a wonderful church, isn't it?" He says, looking around though continuing to follow them.
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.)
"We try to be. Open to all, including the minds. Whether you be an elf, a dwarf, gay, straight, both, neither, former a woman, formerly a man, evil or good, all are welcome here." He said and led him back to a small kitchen. He sets a very worn kettle on the gas burner and turns to a cabinet "Do you have a preference?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"No preference at all, as long as the tea is in a cup, I won't complain." He smiles, looking for somewhere to sit nearby, laughing softly, "Better than most, and yet doing what should be the bare minimum," He leans back, his blades flickering into existence on his belt.
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.)
*Goooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is at the Faceless Fair, working on the construction of the fairground's new districts. Progress is going swimmingly so far- the Lightless District is almost complete, and the others are around a third of the way to completion each.
Mavis has taken one of the smaller lavender plants from her garden and carefully replanted it in a clay pot of soil. She is currently tending to the rest of her little garden.
Helianth is inside the Spelljammer's storage room, staying in the more shaded part of the space. All the windows in the ship have been covered with opaque cloth as to not let light in- it doesn't want to risk losing control.
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)
"Truly. It is sad that those who preach a god's love turn it on its head and deem that their god's love is only meant for the specific few."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Sorry I disappeared yesterday.*
Henry is in the Faceless Fair, he isn't doing anything to interrupt her work, just sitting on a bench, seemingly carving something.
Thorfinn decides to come visit, he's kept his promise and hasn't hunted since they defeated that Blue Rath, leaning against the Inn as he watches them silently.
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.)
"Mercy is a thing given by few, and true kindness even less, it has been very unfortunate." He begins knitting using two knives, using yarn he got from nowhere "Would you like me to make you something?"
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 my child, you don't need to give me a thing." He smiles happily "I am happy you simply are willing to talk with me."
Once the kettle begins to scream, he takes it off and pours the boiling water in each mug. He places a fruity smelling tea bag in his own and simple black tea in theirs.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*It's perfectly okay, no apologies necessary.*
After a few minutes, she pauses her work, folding up into her more humanoid form as she walks over to him and sits on the bench as well. "What're you working on?" She asks curiously.
She looks up from the garden for a moment and notices him there. "Hey, Thorfinn." She says in greeting, sitting up a bit as she looks over at him, still kneeling in the soil. "How've things been?"
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 smiles at the tea, "Something simple then, a sweater to keep you warm in the winter perhaps?" He asks himself in a bemused tone, letting the tea bag soak for as long as it can, wanting the flavor to be as strong as possible.
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! It isn't okay, apologies are necessary.*
He looks over to them, despite his eye sockets being hollow, his look is loving, smiling softly with what remains of his face, "Nothing dear, just something to busy myself while you do you work around the fair."
He sits down nearby, the greying has almost entirely faded, sitting outside of the garden as not to disturb it. He puts his head in his hands, "I've been... fine I suppose, I've had a lot of time to think, you Mavis?"
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.)
*
"We'll meet again! Don't know where, don't know when!
1 But I know we'll meet again some sunny day!"*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
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"From what I can see so far, it looks great- I look forward to once it's finished." She replies, silent for a while after before she thinks of something. Her mask doesn't change at all, and yet it seems like her expression looks almost surprised. "Dear, whatever did we do with the Paleblood that Elil gave us? I can't quite recall."
"Fine is a lot better than we were before. Good to hear you're at least doing kinda alright. I was getting kinda worried." She starts, a faintest indication of a smile on her face for a second. "I've been alright- mostly recovered from that last hunt, wanted to wind down a bit."
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 summon bill cipher "boss music plays"*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
Extended sig
He thinks for a moment, expression bubbling before he turns back to them, "He gave us Paleblood? I don't quite remember that, but it'll be fine, we will eventually talk with him again and ask." He leans back in his chair, rubbing his hands together and putting down the carving he was making.
He sighs, cracking his neck, "You were worried about me? I told you I was going to be fine, you shouldn't have to worry. It's good to hear you're alright, happy for you. I think I won't be going on another hunt for a while."
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.)
*Alright. I am back*
A echoing roar is heard from the woods. Trees shake and fall as a huge dragon lashes out at 4 figures. The dragons blue scales glint in the harsh sunlight as lightning crackles, scorching the earth. Theren moves in between its legs, swords drawn as he tries to find a chink its armor. Leo is coated in flames as he works on summoning a huge pillar of flames. Zen is sprinting away from a line of lightning from the dragons mouth, ducking under trees and behind a boulder, breathing heavily. Phoenix is sitting in a tree taking potshots at the dragon. All of them have injuries, none life threatening yet but they all look exhausted. The Ancient Blue Dragon roars as storm clouds gather around its head, as lightning crackles in the clouds, making the sky crackle and boom.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.