As she reads, it truly dawns on her that he was in love with her. It makes a lot of sense in hindsight- she's almost frustrated with herself that she didn't realize it sooner. She's happy he's not bitter about it, at least. She loves him- just not in that way. She puts the letter back in its envelope, placing it in her pack. "Goodbye, Thorfinn. Stay safe our there." She mutters, before slinging her pack over her shoulder and leaving the room.
She sits as well. "Okay." She simply responds, taking a breath before she begins to channel magic into the circle.
*Short and simple, now I can kill off Thorfinn with no issue.*
"Oh an' yer ears too." She begins to channel power into the ritual as well, so they aren't exhausting themselves too much.
*Maybe don't kill of Thorfinn just yet... at least wait until Mavis can watch him die. >:)* *Future character trauma aside, would you like anyone else?*
She nods, understanding that it'd be a bad idea to risk seeing or hearing something that gets her cursed again. With their combined effort, it takes little time for the connection to succeed, and for the stellar celestial to respond.
"AH, THE LEGENDARY MERABELLE. GREETINGS TO YOU BOTH. WAS YOUR STUDENT'S EXPEDITION SUCCESSFUL?"
*You should pick, and of course, Thorfinn will smolder to a pile of ash before her eyes, fantastic.*
She snaps her fingers immediately, "You [gp]in' sent my daughter ta go get a star disease ya [gp]? I had ta learn a ritual an' use a magic item ta heal her, if I ain't have that item she woulda become a better druid an' turned herself into a star beast like Rennick. I bet ya knew, didn't ya? Ya [gp], I almost lost my daughter ta madness because ya wanted her ta have a shortcut ta power." She begins cursing them out for a real long time, letting her emotions out before stopping, calming down and letting Omori have her turn.
*I was initially picturing something more like Thorfinn dying slowly from his wounds and reassuring Mavis that everything's going to be fine while she scrabbles at medical supplies in a desperate attempt to save him, but either works wonderfully.*
The Architect is continuing her work on the incubation machine, making sure the seals on the tanks of Old Blood, regular blood, and Dark Energy are all fluid-tight.
"YES, I KNEW. I KNEW THAT IT WOULD BE HER ONLY REAL CHANCE." The guardian responds, seeming angry as well. "YOU BELIEVE THAT ANY STAR WOULD LET ONE LIKE HER GET CLOSE TO IT? A BASTARD CHILD OF SHADOW AND ABERRATION, A BEING COMPOSED OF OUR ANATHEMA? THE STARS WOULD NEVER MAKE AN EMISSARY OF HER. SO I TRIED TO HELP HER- OVERPOWER THE BLIGHT WITH PURE RADIANCE. WITHOUT IT, SHE"LL BE NOTHING BUT AN INK BLOT UPON THE TAPESTRY OF THE COSMOS." Omori doesn't hear any of this, still covering her ears and her eyes, partly turned away from the circle.
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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)
*I was initially picturing something more like Thorfinn dying slowly from his wounds and reassuring Mavis that everything's going to be fine while she scrabbles at medical supplies in a desperate attempt to save him, but either works wonderfully.*
The Architect is continuing her work on the incubation machine, making sure the seals on the tanks of Old Blood, regular blood, and Dark Energy are all fluid-tight.
"YES, I KNEW. I KNEW THAT IT WOULD BE HER ONLY REAL CHANCE." The guardian responds, seeming angry as well. "YOU BELIEVE THAT ANY STAR WOULD LET ONE LIKE HER GET CLOSE TO IT? A BASTARD CHILD OF SHADOW AND ABERRATION, A BEING COMPOSED OF OUR ANATHEMA? THE STARS WOULD NEVER MAKE AN EMISSARY OF HER. SO I TRIED TO HELP HER- OVERPOWER THE BLIGHT WITH PURE RADIANCE. WITHOUT IT, SHE"LL BE NOTHING BUT AN INK BLOT UPON THE TAPESTRY OF THE COSMOS." Omori doesn't hear any of this, still covering her ears and her eyes, partly turned away from the circle.
Henry has seemingly gone missing, with no trace of where he can be found, considering he didn't tell KK he was going anywhere, the moment she realizes this, it should be deeply concerning.
"... She isn't a bastard child, shes the child of Merabelle the star druid, just because ya think yer better than my daughter when ya aren't doesnt mean she isn't deserving of something. Ya are as stupid as I expected ya to be you [gp], the fact any star ever chose ya is astonishin' ta me. She's achieved more in a year then ya have ever achieved, shes not only grown from her corruption, she can cast powerful magic and access a completely unique star form. You are pathetic, ya didn't help her, ya tried ta turn her inta somethin' she wasn't. Ya tried ta stop her from bein' yer problem."
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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.'
They find a room full of cultists, five of them lying down, and one standing in the center of a circle, strapped to a iron rod, like the five points of an Iron Crown.
"Heath!" She speeds up to keep up with them, doing the best she can.
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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.'
They find a room full of cultists, five of them lying down, and one standing in the center of a circle, strapped to a iron rod, like the five points of an Iron Crown.
"Heath!" She speeds up to keep up with them, doing the best she can.
Black tentacles extend from Therens back as he prepares to fight, also channeling the new gods power that now has.
She hears him shriek in fear
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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.
They find a room full of cultists, five of them lying down, and one standing in the center of a circle, strapped to a iron rod, like the five points of an Iron Crown.
"Heath!" She speeds up to keep up with them, doing the best she can.
Black tentacles extend from Therens back as he prepares to fight, also channeling the new gods power that now has.
She hears him shriek in fear
Reality warps around him. The cultists begin the ritual, preparing to sacrifice the bodies, and let the blood flow to the center.
She sprints to the shriek as quickly as she possibly can.
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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.'
They find a room full of cultists, five of them lying down, and one standing in the center of a circle, strapped to a iron rod, like the five points of an Iron Crown.
"Heath!" She speeds up to keep up with them, doing the best she can.
Black tentacles extend from Therens back as he prepares to fight, also channeling the new gods power that now has.
She hears him shriek in fear
Reality warps around him. The cultists begin the ritual, preparing to sacrifice the bodies, and let the blood flow to the center.
She sprints to the shriek as quickly as she possibly can.
"nope." Theren targets the main one chanting, striking him with razor sharp tentacles. Attack: 17 Damage: 47
When she gets there she sees him surrounded by mercenaries. His hands flick quickly as he casts a spell around him, cast Time Stop for 2 rounds of combat
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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.
*I was initially picturing something more like Thorfinn dying slowly from his wounds and reassuring Mavis that everything's going to be fine while she scrabbles at medical supplies in a desperate attempt to save him, but either works wonderfully.*
The Architect is continuing her work on the incubation machine, making sure the seals on the tanks of Old Blood, regular blood, and Dark Energy are all fluid-tight.
"YES, I KNEW. I KNEW THAT IT WOULD BE HER ONLY REAL CHANCE." The guardian responds, seeming angry as well. "YOU BELIEVE THAT ANY STAR WOULD LET ONE LIKE HER GET CLOSE TO IT? A BASTARD CHILD OF SHADOW AND ABERRATION, A BEING COMPOSED OF OUR ANATHEMA? THE STARS WOULD NEVER MAKE AN EMISSARY OF HER. SO I TRIED TO HELP HER- OVERPOWER THE BLIGHT WITH PURE RADIANCE. WITHOUT IT, SHE"LL BE NOTHING BUT AN INK BLOT UPON THE TAPESTRY OF THE COSMOS." Omori doesn't hear any of this, still covering her ears and her eyes, partly turned away from the circle.
Henry has seemingly gone missing, with no trace of where he can be found, considering he didn't tell KK he was going anywhere, the moment she realizes this, it should be deeply concerning.
"... She isn't a bastard child, shes the child of Merabelle the star druid, just because ya think yer better than my daughter when ya aren't doesnt mean she isn't deserving of something. Ya are as stupid as I expected ya to be you [gp], the fact any star ever chose ya is astonishin' ta me. She's achieved more in a year then ya have ever achieved, shes not only grown from her corruption, she can cast powerful magic and access a completely unique star form. You are pathetic, ya didn't help her, ya tried ta turn her inta somethin' she wasn't. Ya tried ta stop her from bein' yer problem."
Upon noticing his absence- in fact, she hasn't seen him all day- she goes back up to search for him, her mask shifting to one with myriad tiny eyes. Threads of shadow and sinew extend from gaps in her armor, feeling their way around her surroundings for any lingering trace of him.
The signal abruptly ends, Omori's staff clattering to the ground- whether it was shut off by the guardian out of anger, or by some higher-up celestial finally noticing their atrocious words and actions, is anyone's guess. After a few seconds of silence, Omori reluctantly speaks. "Are you two already done talking?" She asks innocently- she hasn't heard a word of their interaction.
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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)
"nope." Theren targets the main one chanting, striking him with razor sharp tentacles. Attack: 17 Damage: 47
When she gets there she sees him surrounded by mercenaries. His hands flick quickly as he casts a spell around him, cast Time Stop for 2 rounds of combat
The cultist is impaled through the chest, surprised by the arrival, but smiling as they toss the knife to another who continues the ritual.
She is stopped by the Time stop as she jumps over a rock to go murder some mercenaries, visibly transforming to become her rage form.
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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 was initially picturing something more like Thorfinn dying slowly from his wounds and reassuring Mavis that everything's going to be fine while she scrabbles at medical supplies in a desperate attempt to save him, but either works wonderfully.*
The Architect is continuing her work on the incubation machine, making sure the seals on the tanks of Old Blood, regular blood, and Dark Energy are all fluid-tight.
"YES, I KNEW. I KNEW THAT IT WOULD BE HER ONLY REAL CHANCE." The guardian responds, seeming angry as well. "YOU BELIEVE THAT ANY STAR WOULD LET ONE LIKE HER GET CLOSE TO IT? A BASTARD CHILD OF SHADOW AND ABERRATION, A BEING COMPOSED OF OUR ANATHEMA? THE STARS WOULD NEVER MAKE AN EMISSARY OF HER. SO I TRIED TO HELP HER- OVERPOWER THE BLIGHT WITH PURE RADIANCE. WITHOUT IT, SHE"LL BE NOTHING BUT AN INK BLOT UPON THE TAPESTRY OF THE COSMOS." Omori doesn't hear any of this, still covering her ears and her eyes, partly turned away from the circle.
Henry has seemingly gone missing, with no trace of where he can be found, considering he didn't tell KK he was going anywhere, the moment she realizes this, it should be deeply concerning.
"... She isn't a bastard child, shes the child of Merabelle the star druid, just because ya think yer better than my daughter when ya aren't doesnt mean she isn't deserving of something. Ya are as stupid as I expected ya to be you [gp], the fact any star ever chose ya is astonishin' ta me. She's achieved more in a year then ya have ever achieved, shes not only grown from her corruption, she can cast powerful magic and access a completely unique star form. You are pathetic, ya didn't help her, ya tried ta turn her inta somethin' she wasn't. Ya tried ta stop her from bein' yer problem."
Upon noticing his absence- in fact, she hasn't seen him all day- she goes back up to search for him, her mask shifting to one with myriad tiny eyes. Threads of shadow and sinew extend from gaps in her armor, feeling their way around her surroundings for any lingering trace of him.
The signal abruptly ends, Omori's staff clattering to the ground- whether it was shut off by the guardian out of anger, or by some higher-up celestial finally noticing their atrocious words and actions, is anyone's guess. After a few seconds of silence, Omori reluctantly speaks. "Are you two already done talking?" She asks innocently- she hasn't heard a word of their interaction.
There is nothing that can be found, other than some kind of black tar that seems to have dripped from him. The tar leads somewhere, deep into the forest outside of the warehouse, something has happened, and over the horizon, a little bit of Henry seems to be seen shifting, he seems distressed or something similar.
She looks down to her daughter, pulling them into a tight hug, "Don't try to contact that guardian again, okay?" She says, rubbing their back and smiling at them, her rage fading upon seeing the daughter she loves, happy and healthy and free from 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.'
"nope." Theren targets the main one chanting, striking him with razor sharp tentacles. Attack: 17 Damage: 47
When she gets there she sees him surrounded by mercenaries. His hands flick quickly as he casts a spell around him, cast Time Stop for 2 rounds of combat
The cultist is impaled through the chest, surprised by the arrival, but smiling as they toss the knife to another who continues the ritual.
She is stopped by the Time stop as she jumps over a rock to go murder some mercenaries, visibly transforming to become her rage form.
"HELL NO!" Theren roars, inky darkness spreading as he temporarily gains the effects of a domain. All rituals are cancelled and no magic can be cast in the darkness. Theren scowls, pools of black where his eyes are. "Fall to the dark one." he says, voice doubled as tentacles erupt from the ground, impaling the cultists. Attack: 21 Damage: 41
Heath makes the earth erupt where the mercenaries stand, flinging them into the sky. Dealing 63 bludgeoning damage. He then casts whirlwind, dealing 31 bludgeoning as time unfreezes Merabelle sees all this happen quickly.
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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.
"nope." Theren targets the main one chanting, striking him with razor sharp tentacles. Attack: 17 Damage: 47
When she gets there she sees him surrounded by mercenaries. His hands flick quickly as he casts a spell around him, cast Time Stop for 2 rounds of combat
The cultist is impaled through the chest, surprised by the arrival, but smiling as they toss the knife to another who continues the ritual.
She is stopped by the Time stop as she jumps over a rock to go murder some mercenaries, visibly transforming to become her rage form.
"HELL NO!" Theren roars, inky darkness spreading as he temporarily gains the effects of a domain. All rituals are cancelled and no magic can be cast in the darkness. Theren scowls, pools of black where his eyes are. "Fall to the dark one." he says, voice doubled as tentacles erupt from the ground, impaling the cultists. Attack: 21 Damage: 41
Heath makes the earth erupt where the mercenaries stand, flinging them into the sky. Dealing 63 bludgeoning damage. He then casts whirlwind, dealing 31 bludgeoning as time unfreezes Merabelle sees all this happen quickly.
Heriot and John begin massacring cultists as they attempt to escape, some cultists, ones in dark robes done seem to react to the blood bath. They are able to catch multiple at once, killing them instantly.
Merabelle watches the instant massacre, and looks over towards Heath, sprinting over and hugging them tight as the mercenaries die behind her, "Sweetheart. Ya cant run off again, ya gotta have someone protectin' ya, I gotta be able ta see ya when I'm with ya."
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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 was initially picturing something more like Thorfinn dying slowly from his wounds and reassuring Mavis that everything's going to be fine while she scrabbles at medical supplies in a desperate attempt to save him, but either works wonderfully.*
The Architect is continuing her work on the incubation machine, making sure the seals on the tanks of Old Blood, regular blood, and Dark Energy are all fluid-tight.
"YES, I KNEW. I KNEW THAT IT WOULD BE HER ONLY REAL CHANCE." The guardian responds, seeming angry as well. "YOU BELIEVE THAT ANY STAR WOULD LET ONE LIKE HER GET CLOSE TO IT? A BASTARD CHILD OF SHADOW AND ABERRATION, A BEING COMPOSED OF OUR ANATHEMA? THE STARS WOULD NEVER MAKE AN EMISSARY OF HER. SO I TRIED TO HELP HER- OVERPOWER THE BLIGHT WITH PURE RADIANCE. WITHOUT IT, SHE"LL BE NOTHING BUT AN INK BLOT UPON THE TAPESTRY OF THE COSMOS." Omori doesn't hear any of this, still covering her ears and her eyes, partly turned away from the circle.
Henry has seemingly gone missing, with no trace of where he can be found, considering he didn't tell KK he was going anywhere, the moment she realizes this, it should be deeply concerning.
"... She isn't a bastard child, shes the child of Merabelle the star druid, just because ya think yer better than my daughter when ya aren't doesnt mean she isn't deserving of something. Ya are as stupid as I expected ya to be you [gp], the fact any star ever chose ya is astonishin' ta me. She's achieved more in a year then ya have ever achieved, shes not only grown from her corruption, she can cast powerful magic and access a completely unique star form. You are pathetic, ya didn't help her, ya tried ta turn her inta somethin' she wasn't. Ya tried ta stop her from bein' yer problem."
Upon noticing his absence- in fact, she hasn't seen him all day- she goes back up to search for him, her mask shifting to one with myriad tiny eyes. Threads of shadow and sinew extend from gaps in her armor, feeling their way around her surroundings for any lingering trace of him.
The signal abruptly ends, Omori's staff clattering to the ground- whether it was shut off by the guardian out of anger, or by some higher-up celestial finally noticing their atrocious words and actions, is anyone's guess. After a few seconds of silence, Omori reluctantly speaks. "Are you two already done talking?" She asks innocently- she hasn't heard a word of their interaction.
There is nothing that can be found, other than some kind of black tar that seems to have dripped from him. The tar leads somewhere, deep into the forest outside of the warehouse, something has happened, and over the horizon, a little bit of Henry seems to be seen shifting, he seems distressed or something similar.
She looks down to her daughter, pulling them into a tight hug, "Don't try to contact that guardian again, okay?" She says, rubbing their back and smiling at them, her rage fading upon seeing the daughter she loves, happy and healthy and free from them.
Her worry only grows when she sees his distress, rushing over to beside him, various insect-like legs unfurling from her 'ribcage' to get her there quicker. "What happened? Are you hurt?" She asks him.
She hugs them back. "Okay, I won't. I'm sure we can find another- just change a few symbols here and there." She responds, not questioning it, but correctly assuming that it didn't go well.
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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)
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Theren sneaks in quietly.
Heath follows the butterfly into the woods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They can hear some ritualistic work happening somewhere in the ruins, but they have to go deeper to investigate.
She stays close by, following Heath so he doesn't get kidnapped or hurt or anything.
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.)
"Stay quiet and stay behind me." he says softly, walking deeper.
Heath runs deeper into the woods, squeezing through small gaps
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(does anyone want to rp)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
John, who is in full plate armor, decides to stay behind, leaving it to be Heriot and Theren.
She tries to climb over the same spots "Heath! Not too quick, I don't want ta lose ya."
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.)
Theren makes his way to the chanting.
Heath speeds up to catch the butterfly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I was initially picturing something more like Thorfinn dying slowly from his wounds and reassuring Mavis that everything's going to be fine while she scrabbles at medical supplies in a desperate attempt to save him, but either works wonderfully.*
The Architect is continuing her work on the incubation machine, making sure the seals on the tanks of Old Blood, regular blood, and Dark Energy are all fluid-tight.
"YES, I KNEW. I KNEW THAT IT WOULD BE HER ONLY REAL CHANCE." The guardian responds, seeming angry as well. "YOU BELIEVE THAT ANY STAR WOULD LET ONE LIKE HER GET CLOSE TO IT? A BASTARD CHILD OF SHADOW AND ABERRATION, A BEING COMPOSED OF OUR ANATHEMA? THE STARS WOULD NEVER MAKE AN EMISSARY OF HER. SO I TRIED TO HELP HER- OVERPOWER THE BLIGHT WITH PURE RADIANCE. WITHOUT IT, SHE"LL BE NOTHING BUT AN INK BLOT UPON THE TAPESTRY OF THE COSMOS." Omori doesn't hear any of this, still covering her ears and her eyes, partly turned away from the circle.
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)
(hi Yvonne)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
Henry has seemingly gone missing, with no trace of where he can be found, considering he didn't tell KK he was going anywhere, the moment she realizes this, it should be deeply concerning.
"... She isn't a bastard child, shes the child of Merabelle the star druid, just because ya think yer better than my daughter when ya aren't doesnt mean she isn't deserving of something. Ya are as stupid as I expected ya to be you [gp], the fact any star ever chose ya is astonishin' ta me. She's achieved more in a year then ya have ever achieved, shes not only grown from her corruption, she can cast powerful magic and access a completely unique star form. You are pathetic, ya didn't help her, ya tried ta turn her inta somethin' she wasn't. Ya tried ta stop her from bein' yer problem."
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.)
They find a room full of cultists, five of them lying down, and one standing in the center of a circle, strapped to a iron rod, like the five points of an Iron Crown.
"Heath!" She speeds up to keep up with them, doing the best she can.
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.)
Black tentacles extend from Therens back as he prepares to fight, also channeling the new gods power that now has.
She hears him shriek in fear
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Reality warps around him. The cultists begin the ritual, preparing to sacrifice the bodies, and let the blood flow to the center.
She sprints to the shriek as quickly as she possibly can.
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.)
"nope." Theren targets the main one chanting, striking him with razor sharp tentacles. Attack: 17 Damage: 47
When she gets there she sees him surrounded by mercenaries. His hands flick quickly as he casts a spell around him, cast Time Stop for 2 rounds of combat
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Upon noticing his absence- in fact, she hasn't seen him all day- she goes back up to search for him, her mask shifting to one with myriad tiny eyes. Threads of shadow and sinew extend from gaps in her armor, feeling their way around her surroundings for any lingering trace of him.
The signal abruptly ends, Omori's staff clattering to the ground- whether it was shut off by the guardian out of anger, or by some higher-up celestial finally noticing their atrocious words and actions, is anyone's guess. After a few seconds of silence, Omori reluctantly speaks. "Are you two already done talking?" She asks innocently- she hasn't heard a word of their interaction.
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)
The cultist is impaled through the chest, surprised by the arrival, but smiling as they toss the knife to another who continues the ritual.
She is stopped by the Time stop as she jumps over a rock to go murder some mercenaries, visibly transforming to become her rage form.
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.)
There is nothing that can be found, other than some kind of black tar that seems to have dripped from him. The tar leads somewhere, deep into the forest outside of the warehouse, something has happened, and over the horizon, a little bit of Henry seems to be seen shifting, he seems distressed or something similar.
She looks down to her daughter, pulling them into a tight hug, "Don't try to contact that guardian again, okay?" She says, rubbing their back and smiling at them, her rage fading upon seeing the daughter she loves, happy and healthy and free from 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.)
"HELL NO!" Theren roars, inky darkness spreading as he temporarily gains the effects of a domain. All rituals are cancelled and no magic can be cast in the darkness. Theren scowls, pools of black where his eyes are. "Fall to the dark one." he says, voice doubled as tentacles erupt from the ground, impaling the cultists. Attack: 21 Damage: 41
Heath makes the earth erupt where the mercenaries stand, flinging them into the sky. Dealing 63 bludgeoning damage. He then casts whirlwind, dealing 31 bludgeoning as time unfreezes Merabelle sees all this happen quickly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*brb, going to lunch Jester. will interreact when im back*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Heriot and John begin massacring cultists as they attempt to escape, some cultists, ones in dark robes done seem to react to the blood bath. They are able to catch multiple at once, killing them instantly.
Merabelle watches the instant massacre, and looks over towards Heath, sprinting over and hugging them tight as the mercenaries die behind her, "Sweetheart. Ya cant run off again, ya gotta have someone protectin' ya, I gotta be able ta see ya when I'm with ya."
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 worry only grows when she sees his distress, rushing over to beside him, various insect-like legs unfurling from her 'ribcage' to get her there quicker. "What happened? Are you hurt?" She asks him.
She hugs them back. "Okay, I won't. I'm sure we can find another- just change a few symbols here and there." She responds, not questioning it, but correctly assuming that it didn't go well.
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)