*I am still here, though I may be on and off, possibly, maybe. If anyone wants to rp, I will probably be here.*
*I'd be up to rp, if you want. Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
*No particular characters, do you want to start anew or continue an rp?*
*Let's start a new one. Let me see, who haven't I used today...*
Mavis is back at the Inn, working on writing something.
Amicus is drifting through the forest, being careful not to touch anything and corrupt it, as it just takes in the environment around it.
They see another advertisement for the Campfire.
They happen to sense an immense source of darkness, but not only that, coming from something nearby, or more accurately someone.
*Sorry about the long delay*
She looks closer at the advertisement, curious about this new place that's recently set up shop.
It begins looking for the source, partly out of curiosity and partly out of concern.
It appears to be some kind of tavern, like the Lord’s Rest in concept, but more about serving food and drink, as well as providing a comforting atmosphere. It doesn’t give more information than that.
Sitting in an empty plain is Eithan, trying to harness and slow the spread of the darkness that will eventually kill him, using the immense power of light within.
"Interesting..." She mutters to herself, before going to find the Campfire and see for herself.
It drifts a bit closer, curiously studying him and the immense amounts of light and dark energy within him. It doesn't get close though, in case they turn out to be hostile.
It appears to be a hole in the wall bar, a well kept, but not especially pretty sign swings from a staff embedded in the wall, the door slightly open.
A single eye opens, and a piercing silver light locks onto them, smiling softly as he stops meditating, “Oh, hello there. It’s not often I find a creature of sentient darkness. Nice to meet you. I’m Eithan.”
Passed out in the middle of a grassy patch right next to the road is a man wearing a lavender baseball cap, shredded jeans and a tee. Next to him, within the grasp of a small paw, is a skateboard.
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It appears to be some kind of tavern, like the Lord’s Rest in concept, but more about serving food and drink, as well as providing a comforting atmosphere. It doesn’t give more information than that.
Sitting in an empty plain is Eithan, trying to harness and slow the spread of the darkness that will eventually kill him, using the immense power of light within.
"Interesting..." She mutters to herself, before going to find the Campfire and see for herself.
It drifts a bit closer, curiously studying him and the immense amounts of light and dark energy within him. It doesn't get close though, in case they turn out to be hostile.
It appears to be a hole in the wall bar, a well kept, but not especially pretty sign swings from a staff embedded in the wall, the door slightly open.
A single eye opens, and a piercing silver light locks onto them, smiling softly as he stops meditating, “Oh, hello there. It’s not often I find a creature of sentient darkness. Nice to meet you. I’m Eithan.”
She walks inside, looking around with interest- at the very least, just to see what the place is like.
The possessed shadow floats over towards him, stopping a short distance away. "Hello there, Eithan! I am Amicus. What were you doing?" It says back, visibly happy to be talking with someone whose immediate reaction wasn't to run away.
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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 appears to be some kind of tavern, like the Lord’s Rest in concept, but more about serving food and drink, as well as providing a comforting atmosphere. It doesn’t give more information than that.
Sitting in an empty plain is Eithan, trying to harness and slow the spread of the darkness that will eventually kill him, using the immense power of light within.
"Interesting..." She mutters to herself, before going to find the Campfire and see for herself.
It drifts a bit closer, curiously studying him and the immense amounts of light and dark energy within him. It doesn't get close though, in case they turn out to be hostile.
It appears to be a hole in the wall bar, a well kept, but not especially pretty sign swings from a staff embedded in the wall, the door slightly open.
A single eye opens, and a piercing silver light locks onto them, smiling softly as he stops meditating, “Oh, hello there. It’s not often I find a creature of sentient darkness. Nice to meet you. I’m Eithan.”
She walks inside, looking around with interest- at the very least, just to see what the place is like.
The possessed shadow floats over towards him, stopping a short distance away. "Hello there, Eithan! I am Amicus. What were you doing?" It says back, visibly happy to be talking with someone whose immediate reaction wasn't to run away.
Standing inside, the only worker appears to be a woman in heavy combat armor, strong and tall, her hands closer to serrated claws, currently pouring herself a glass of vodka.
“Well, I am going to die, but I try to delay that fact long enough to enjoy the rest of life I have left as well as protect those that I can while living. Amicus… an interesting name.”
He nods. "Gods are people too. Morgana... is like the worst of them. That doesn't mean she's evil, but it means she does things without thinking. Without any consequences. But there are so many people just like her, who would do the same thing that was done to you without even blinking if they had the ability to. An example has been set, and so one must be set again."
"But you think that my creations are sacred.. they are like my own children to me but you hate them, you hate yourself.." he mumbles "I can't understand why.."
"I keep telling you, I don't hate anyone. But I respect freedom, not life as a whole. "I do not think your creations are sacred. In fact, I find them delicious. If I did not care for freedom, I would slaughter every man, woman, and child for some vague reason such as 'mercy' or 'justice,' like so many before me have tried. But I'm different. Not special, and certainly not unique, but special. A perfect storm. Only comes once every hundred years or so, but they exist."
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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.
He nods. "Gods are people too. Morgana... is like the worst of them. That doesn't mean she's evil, but it means she does things without thinking. Without any consequences. But there are so many people just like her, who would do the same thing that was done to you without even blinking if they had the ability to. An example has been set, and so one must be set again."
"But you think that my creations are sacred.. they are like my own children to me but you hate them, you hate yourself.." he mumbles "I can't understand why.."
"I keep telling you, I don't hate anyone. But I respect freedom, not life as a whole. "I do not think your creations are sacred. In fact, I find them delicious. If I did not care for freedom, I would slaughter every man, woman, and child for some vague reason such as 'mercy' or 'justice,' like so many before me have tried. But I'm different. Not special, and certainly not unique, but special. A perfect storm. Only comes once every hundred years or so, but they exist."
Carrion nods sadly and sighs "I cannot stop you beautiful thing. I am sorry I am like this.. it has been awhile since I have had someone to talk to.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Passed out in the middle of a grassy patch right next to the road is a man wearing a lavender baseball cap, shredded jeans and a tee. Next to him, within the grasp of a small paw, is a skateboard.
*Jester? Anybody?*
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"I keep telling you, I don't hate anyone. But I respect freedom, not life as a whole. "I do not think your creations are sacred. In fact, I find them delicious. If I did not care for freedom, I would slaughter every man, woman, and child for some vague reason such as 'mercy' or 'justice,' like so many before me have tried. But I'm different. Not special, and certainly not unique, but special. A perfect storm. Only comes once every hundred years or so, but they exist."
Carrion nods sadly and sighs "I cannot stop you beautiful thing. I am sorry I am like this.. it has been awhile since I have had someone to talk to.."
"I understand." He cuddles against Carrion fearlessly. "I've talked with people who attacked me before. Those with differing opinions are usually the best to talk with. Maybe we'll learn from each other. I would like that very much, actually." He thinks for a minute. "You think I'm beautiful? Even after hearing me out?"
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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.
Passed out in the middle of a grassy patch right next to the road is a man wearing a lavender baseball cap, shredded jeans and a tee. Next to him, within the grasp of a small paw, is a skateboard.
Atticus walks over and pokes the paw with a stick.
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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.
*Oh and by the way, does anyone want to rp possibly?*
*I introed a new boi*
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Passed out in the middle of a grassy patch right next to the road is a man wearing a lavender baseball cap, shredded jeans and a tee. Next to him, within the grasp of a small paw, is a skateboard.
Atticus walks over and pokes the paw with a stick.
The short racoon man's paw twitches and he grumbles, rolling onto his back. "....hullo?...."
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"I keep telling you, I don't hate anyone. But I respect freedom, not life as a whole. "I do not think your creations are sacred. In fact, I find them delicious. If I did not care for freedom, I would slaughter every man, woman, and child for some vague reason such as 'mercy' or 'justice,' like so many before me have tried. But I'm different. Not special, and certainly not unique, but special. A perfect storm. Only comes once every hundred years or so, but they exist."
Carrion nods sadly and sighs "I cannot stop you beautiful thing. I am sorry I am like this.. it has been awhile since I have had someone to talk to.."
"I understand." He cuddles against Carrion fearlessly. "I've talked with people who attacked me before. Those with differing opinions are usually the best to talk with. Maybe we'll learn from each other. I would like that very much, actually." He thinks for a minute. "You think I'm beautiful? Even after hearing me out?"
"I only see beauty in you and everything else. The colors of the leaves, the glitter of insects on the ground, the shine of the sea, everything is so beautiful.." he says, his teeth clicking with every word.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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It appears to be a hole in the wall bar, a well kept, but not especially pretty sign swings from a staff embedded in the wall, the door slightly open.
A single eye opens, and a piercing silver light locks onto them, smiling softly as he stops meditating, “Oh, hello there. It’s not often I find a creature of sentient darkness. Nice to meet you. I’m Eithan.”
*(Nibbles back)*
*Missed you too, big boi*
*I'm doing good. I got a quality butterscotch! Not like those Werthers originals, but like a really good one.*
*And I would love to RP. *
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I won’t doubt it, enjoy the visit?*
*Oh and by the way, does anyone want to rp possibly?*
Passed out in the middle of a grassy patch right next to the road is a man wearing a lavender baseball cap, shredded jeans and a tee. Next to him, within the grasp of a small paw, is a skateboard.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
She walks inside, looking around with interest- at the very least, just to see what the place is like.
The possessed shadow floats over towards him, stopping a short distance away. "Hello there, Eithan! I am Amicus. What were you doing?" It says back, visibly happy to be talking with someone whose immediate reaction wasn't to run away.
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)
Standing inside, the only worker appears to be a woman in heavy combat armor, strong and tall, her hands closer to serrated claws, currently pouring herself a glass of vodka.
“Well, I am going to die, but I try to delay that fact long enough to enjoy the rest of life I have left as well as protect those that I can while living. Amicus… an interesting name.”
*Awesome! Glad to hear you're doing good!*
*Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
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 keep telling you, I don't hate anyone. But I respect freedom, not life as a whole. "I do not think your creations are sacred. In fact, I find them delicious. If I did not care for freedom, I would slaughter every man, woman, and child for some vague reason such as 'mercy' or 'justice,' like so many before me have tried. But I'm different. Not special, and certainly not unique, but special. A perfect storm. Only comes once every hundred years or so, but they exist."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Carrion nods sadly and sighs "I cannot stop you beautiful thing. I am sorry I am like this.. it has been awhile since I have had someone to talk to.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*No*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Send whoever you'd like Atticus and/or Felix to mess with*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Well that’s unfortunate, I’m sorry man.*
*Jester? Anybody?*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"I understand." He cuddles against Carrion fearlessly. "I've talked with people who attacked me before. Those with differing opinions are usually the best to talk with. Maybe we'll learn from each other. I would like that very much, actually." He thinks for a minute. "You think I'm beautiful? Even after hearing me out?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I would like that. Any characters you want to play?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Atticus walks over and pokes the paw with a stick.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I introed a new boi*
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
The short racoon man's paw twitches and he grumbles, rolling onto his back. "....hullo?...."
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"I only see beauty in you and everything else. The colors of the leaves, the glitter of insects on the ground, the shine of the sea, everything is so beautiful.." he says, his teeth clicking with every word.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]