"...A disease?.. You are mistaken... it is a gift..." He retorts, not understanding why she would (quite reasonably) believe it to be a sickness. "She has seen it... and she will be... a better druid than ever before... She is blessed by it..."
"Sweetheart, Omori's afraid o' this, she don't think it's a blessin', so it ain't a blessin' ta her, ta her it's a curse." She says, tapping the desk with a finger, "A better druid doesn't matter if she doesn't want ta become one this way."
Rennick is silent for a while. "...I didn't... see it as a blessing... at first either... but if she truly doesn't want it..." It trails off, silent again for a long while. "No... trust it... it is good for 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)
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
*?*
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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.
"...A disease?.. You are mistaken... it is a gift..." He retorts, not understanding why she would (quite reasonably) believe it to be a sickness. "She has seen it... and she will be... a better druid than ever before... She is blessed by it..."
"Sweetheart, Omori's afraid o' this, she don't think it's a blessin', so it ain't a blessin' ta her, ta her it's a curse." She says, tapping the desk with a finger, "A better druid doesn't matter if she doesn't want ta become one this way."
Rennick is silent for a while. "...I didn't... see it as a blessing... at first either... but if she truly doesn't want it..." It trails off, silent again for a long while. "No... trust it... it is good for her..."
She sighs, the tapping on the desk stopping, "Rennick... If ya had a daughter, an' she was scared cause o' somethin' she was given, somethin' she wouldn't know how ta get rid o', an' someone else told ya it was okay, an' actually good fer her, someone ya haven't seen in a long time, who would ya believe?"
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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.'
"Don't worry about it. It's not contagious." He's holding a spoon in his left hand, and there is a gaping hole where his left eye should be. "But I'm hoping to catch it anyway."
"It... it isn't? That's a relief." She takes off the large sunhat obscuring her face, showing that, sure enough, she's growing more eyes than she should be. "Why would you want to catch it, though? Isn't it a disease, like you said?"
"It is, but it comes from eldritch knowledge." He walks over and motions for her to sit on the bed as he uses magic to conjure a bowl. "And while that isn't very useful for you as a mortal with a connection to nature, for me? It's incredibly powerful." He puts some ice in the bowl and brandishes his spoon. "Now, this won't hurt as much as you think it will. We're treating the effects first, since the eyes are a protective method for the parasitic knowledge. Once I cut them out, it will have no way to escape my grasp."
Her eyes all widen in surprise, her leaning away from him slightly. "You're going to cut out my eyes?.. Just the new ones, right? I'll keep my first two, right?" She responds, visibly afraid of the idea but not really knowing any better option herself.
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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)
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
Atticus watches form the sidelines, eating some gelato. He sets his frozen dessert aside, walking over in his big cowboy boots and snapping his fingers to call a huge, v-shaped monster made of tiramisu cupcake with far too many arms even for its size.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Music seems like something we're both good enough at. So, how do we keep the tension going? I mean, I don't want it to feel forced or anything."
"How about we combine the two, music and combat. Like battle of the bands in my country, slinging spells as they attempt to keep a beat going? We meet once a week?"
"That sounds wonderful, friend- er, rival. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two!" He chuckles.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"...A disease?.. You are mistaken... it is a gift..." He retorts, not understanding why she would (quite reasonably) believe it to be a sickness. "She has seen it... and she will be... a better druid than ever before... She is blessed by it..."
"Sweetheart, Omori's afraid o' this, she don't think it's a blessin', so it ain't a blessin' ta her, ta her it's a curse." She says, tapping the desk with a finger, "A better druid doesn't matter if she doesn't want ta become one this way."
Rennick is silent for a while. "...I didn't... see it as a blessing... at first either... but if she truly doesn't want it..." It trails off, silent again for a long while. "No... trust it... it is good for her..."
She sighs, the tapping on the desk stopping, "Rennick... If ya had a daughter, an' she was scared cause o' somethin' she was given, somethin' she wouldn't know how ta get rid o', an' someone else told ya it was okay, an' actually good fer her, someone ya haven't seen in a long time, who would ya believe?"
Again, silence. After a few seconds of thought, he speaks again. "...Remove the memory of what she has seen, and the curse will end." He responds in a brief moment of lucidity. He seems to be spending a lot of effort in order to do so, and a second later, he's gone again. "...Maybe... maybe you would understand... if you knew... if you see it..."
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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)
"Music seems like something we're both good enough at. So, how do we keep the tension going? I mean, I don't want it to feel forced or anything."
"How about we combine the two, music and combat. Like battle of the bands in my country, slinging spells as they attempt to keep a beat going? We meet once a week?"
"That sounds wonderful, friend- er, rival. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two!" He chuckles.
"Friend, rival, same difference. Maybe you will too, after I beat you." He smiles, patting their shoulder.
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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.'
Rolling into town in a gold and black carriage is a figure hidden by black curtains. Two knights in gold and black armor are riding brown horses next to the cart, escorting it. The carriage is led by two skeleton horses with blue glowing eyes. The townsfolks eyes are caught by the beauty of the carriage. It rolls slowly through town, the knights looking around for any threats. Hanging on the back of the wagon is a black banner with a mountain with a sun behind it, and inside the mountain is a grey armored fist.
Atticus watches form the sidelines, eating some gelato. He sets his frozen dessert aside, walking over in his big cowboy boots and snapping his fingers to call a huge, v-shaped monster made of tiramisu cupcake with far too many arms even for its size.
The knights horses huffed as the Knights themselves grip their swords with one hand
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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, silence. After a few seconds of thought, he speaks again. "...Remove the memory of what she has seen, and the curse will end." He responds in a brief moment of lucidity. He seems to be spending a lot of effort in order to do so, and a second later, he's gone again. "...Maybe... maybe you would understand... if you knew... if you see it..."
She closes her eyes and walks over to where they once were, hugging them tight "Thank ya fer tellin' me. I'll always be thankful fer ya, I'll make sure ta visit ya, oh, an' I'm a mom now, I've got an orphanage, I'm doin' great, I'll come visit again and tell ya all about it."
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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.'
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
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
Again, silence. After a few seconds of thought, he speaks again. "...Remove the memory of what she has seen, and the curse will end." He responds in a brief moment of lucidity. He seems to be spending a lot of effort in order to do so, and a second later, he's gone again. "...Maybe... maybe you would understand... if you knew... if you see it..."
She closes her eyes and walks over to where they once were, hugging them tight "Thank ya fer tellin' me. I'll always be thankful fer ya, I'll make sure ta visit ya, oh, an' I'm a mom now, I've got an orphanage, I'm doin' great, I'll come visit again and tell ya all about it."
"...You're... leaving already?.." He says, two slender arms emerging from his cloak to hug her back. "...Please... let me show you..." It looks up with a few of its heads to face them, the lights swirling within. It's tempting to look, though one as strong of will as her can easily avoid doing so.
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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 is, but it comes from eldritch knowledge." He walks over and motions for her to sit on the bed as he uses magic to conjure a bowl. "And while that isn't very useful for you as a mortal with a connection to nature, for me? It's incredibly powerful." He puts some ice in the bowl and brandishes his spoon. "Now, this won't hurt as much as you think it will. We're treating the effects first, since the eyes are a protective method for the parasitic knowledge. Once I cut them out, it will have no way to escape my grasp."
Her eyes all widen in surprise, her leaning away from him slightly. "You're going to cut out my eyes?.. Just the new ones, right? I'll keep my first two, right?" She responds, visibly afraid of the idea but not really knowing any better option herself.
He makes a 'calm down' motion with his paws. "Of course, but the rest have to go for good." He smiles and flicks the spoon, shearing off the tip of his claw. "It's sharp as a razor. You won't feel a thing if you hold... very... still." He seems very calm about this, as if he had a lot of experience with cutting out people's eyes with spoons. "I won't rush you, but this procedure will be completed."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Again, silence. After a few seconds of thought, he speaks again. "...Remove the memory of what she has seen, and the curse will end." He responds in a brief moment of lucidity. He seems to be spending a lot of effort in order to do so, and a second later, he's gone again. "...Maybe... maybe you would understand... if you knew... if you see it..."
She closes her eyes and walks over to where they once were, hugging them tight "Thank ya fer tellin' me. I'll always be thankful fer ya, I'll make sure ta visit ya, oh, an' I'm a mom now, I've got an orphanage, I'm doin' great, I'll come visit again and tell ya all about it."
"...You're... leaving already?.." He says, two slender arms emerging from his cloak to hug her back. "...Please... let me show you..." It looks up with a few of its heads to face them, the lights swirling within. It's tempting to look, though one as strong of will as her can easily avoid doing so.
She continues to look down at the ground, before breaking the hug "I promise I'll be back, but I gotta go make sure the kids get themselves some lunch, an' especially some dinner. I'll bring a board game an' some alcohol when I come back." She curtsies before beginning to walk out, "See ya 'round Rennick."
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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.'
Atticus watches form the sidelines, eating some gelato. He sets his frozen dessert aside, walking over in his big cowboy boots and snapping his fingers to call a huge, v-shaped monster made of tiramisu cupcake with far too many arms even for its size.
The knights horses huffed as the Knights themselves grip their swords with one hand
The archmage shakes his head and raises his hands. "No need for that. The monster is a gift. A warm welcome." He sits down on the ground in front of them. "Now, who's in the carriage?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It is, but it comes from eldritch knowledge." He walks over and motions for her to sit on the bed as he uses magic to conjure a bowl. "And while that isn't very useful for you as a mortal with a connection to nature, for me? It's incredibly powerful." He puts some ice in the bowl and brandishes his spoon. "Now, this won't hurt as much as you think it will. We're treating the effects first, since the eyes are a protective method for the parasitic knowledge. Once I cut them out, it will have no way to escape my grasp."
Her eyes all widen in surprise, her leaning away from him slightly. "You're going to cut out my eyes?.. Just the new ones, right? I'll keep my first two, right?" She responds, visibly afraid of the idea but not really knowing any better option herself.
He makes a 'calm down' motion with his paws. "Of course, but the rest have to go for good." He smiles and flicks the spoon, shearing off the tip of his claw. "It's sharp as a razor. You won't feel a thing if you hold... very... still." He seems very calm about this, as if he had a lot of experience with cutting out people's eyes with spoons. "I won't rush you, but this procedure will be completed."
"A- Are you sure there isn't some other way?" She stutters, the tiny bits of aberrant light in her eyes shifting as if the curse is also afraid. She does manage to stay still, though.
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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)
Rennick is silent for a while. "...I didn't... see it as a blessing... at first either... but if she truly doesn't want it..." It trails off, silent again for a long while. "No... trust it... it is good for 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)
*?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sighs, the tapping on the desk stopping, "Rennick... If ya had a daughter, an' she was scared cause o' somethin' she was given, somethin' she wouldn't know how ta get rid o', an' someone else told ya it was okay, an' actually good fer her, someone ya haven't seen in a long time, who would ya believe?"
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.)
Her eyes all widen in surprise, her leaning away from him slightly. "You're going to cut out my eyes?.. Just the new ones, right? I'll keep my first two, right?" She responds, visibly afraid of the idea but not really knowing any better option herself.
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)
Atticus watches form the sidelines, eating some gelato. He sets his frozen dessert aside, walking over in his big cowboy boots and snapping his fingers to call a huge, v-shaped monster made of tiramisu cupcake with far too many arms even for its size.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That sounds wonderful, friend- er, rival. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two!" He chuckles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Again, silence. After a few seconds of thought, he speaks again. "...Remove the memory of what she has seen, and the curse will end." He responds in a brief moment of lucidity. He seems to be spending a lot of effort in order to do so, and a second later, he's gone again. "...Maybe... maybe you would understand... if you knew... if you see it..."
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)
"Friend, rival, same difference. Maybe you will too, after I beat you." He smiles, patting their shoulder.
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 knights horses huffed as the Knights themselves grip their swords with one hand
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She closes her eyes and walks over to where they once were, hugging them tight "Thank ya fer tellin' me. I'll always be thankful fer ya, I'll make sure ta visit ya, oh, an' I'm a mom now, I've got an orphanage, I'm doin' great, I'll come visit again and tell ya all about it."
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.)
(Good morning everyone)
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
*Good morning Moon, good to see you.*
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.)
(how are you doing)
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
"...You're... leaving already?.." He says, two slender arms emerging from his cloak to hug her back. "...Please... let me show you..." It looks up with a few of its heads to face them, the lights swirling within. It's tempting to look, though one as strong of will as her can easily avoid doing so.
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 makes a 'calm down' motion with his paws. "Of course, but the rest have to go for good." He smiles and flicks the spoon, shearing off the tip of his claw. "It's sharp as a razor. You won't feel a thing if you hold... very... still." He seems very calm about this, as if he had a lot of experience with cutting out people's eyes with spoons. "I won't rush you, but this procedure will be completed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She continues to look down at the ground, before breaking the hug "I promise I'll be back, but I gotta go make sure the kids get themselves some lunch, an' especially some dinner. I'll bring a board game an' some alcohol when I come back." She curtsies before beginning to walk out, "See ya 'round Rennick."
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.)
*As well as I can be, you?*
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 archmage shakes his head and raises his hands. "No need for that. The monster is a gift. A warm welcome." He sits down on the ground in front of them. "Now, who's in the carriage?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"A- Are you sure there isn't some other way?" She stutters, the tiny bits of aberrant light in her eyes shifting as if the curse is also afraid. She does manage to stay still, though.
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 certainly hope so. What kind of magic do you specialize in?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.