*I'm excited for when Luna becomes a true Nightmare Lord- or perhaps something beyond that.*
*Omori's definitely going to continue her practice of the druidic arts, too. She's hoping to become an archdruid and a star emissary- or at least, try her best to. Hopefully she doesn't get cursed again...*
*Merabelle will kill anyone who thinks worse of her, shes going to get Omori to the level she never got to herself. Archdruid Omori, I love the sound of that. Wanna interact with the character I just introed since it seems everyone has gone?*
*Sure, I'd love to! Any particular character you think would work best for chatting with them?*
*Hmm, I would Helianth, but they've been going through a lot recently, anyone works fine, its just an egotistical Archfey. Oh yeah, sidenote, when I come back, Tim will be a god again, don't worry 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.'
*Merabelle will kill anyone who thinks worse of her, shes going to get Omori to the level she never got to herself. Archdruid Omori, I love the sound of that. Wanna interact with the character I just introed since it seems everyone has gone?*
*Sure, I'd love to! Any particular character you think would work best for chatting with them?*
*Hmm, I would Helianth, but they've been going through a lot recently, anyone works fine, its just an egotistical Archfey. Oh yeah, sidenote, when I come back, Tim will be a god again, don't worry about it.*
*Cool- Helianth's going to be so proud of him... though he might not be too happy to see it again. Since Helianth's got a lot on its plate at the moment, would the Architect work 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)
Stomping down the road comes a very odd sight. A large, spiky, rounded, slightly infernal-looking suit of armour. It comes up to the door of Lord's Rest, and the front opens up, and a small Mapach jumps out, swearing about the fact that the door is too small.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
*Merabelle will kill anyone who thinks worse of her, shes going to get Omori to the level she never got to herself. Archdruid Omori, I love the sound of that. Wanna interact with the character I just introed since it seems everyone has gone?*
*Sure, I'd love to! Any particular character you think would work best for chatting with them?*
*Hmm, I would Helianth, but they've been going through a lot recently, anyone works fine, its just an egotistical Archfey. Oh yeah, sidenote, when I come back, Tim will be a god again, don't worry about it.*
*Cool- Helianth's going to be so proud of him... though he might not be too happy to see it again. Since Helianth's got a lot on its plate at the moment, would the Architect work well?*
*Oh Tim is doing it because they are mad at Helianth, very mad at Helianth in fact. So mad they have become disappointed in their parent, Tim ascends to godhood because Helianth couldn't handle it. Only if Luna comes along.*
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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.'
*Eh, before I leave, I should intro this guy and not procrastinate.*
The Feywild, known for it's beauty and mystic nature, a place where anything could be, with four courts filled to the brim with wonder of their own, so close to the mortal plane, yet it cannot compare. Yet, for every ounce of amazing splendor and the finest of art, there are monsters beyond compare, beings that seek to shatter the lives of those they find and make them into nothing more than puppets.
A crack in the earth, not a big one, about the size of a ditch seems to open up out of nowhere outside of the Lord's Point. It seems endlessly deep, until something glistening appears at what may be the bottom, then, that glistening begins to rise until it shoots out of the crack like a fountain of golden water. Plants begin to grow where the liquid lands, greenery and life springing from the flow as some figure makes its way out of the water.
At first they look purely divine in nature, and as they become more revealed that appearance doesn't fade. They look like a Eladrin, specifically one that embodies Summer, short hair that appears as bright golden leaves, slicked back and fiery. He's dressed in a suit and tie of similar colors, his skin smooth, face handsome and smile charismatic. He holds some kind of wooden handle that may later be known as a microphone. He runs a hand through his locks, looking around the place, each of his footsteps growing the foliage around them, for a singular moment, that appearance flickers, the plants turning to rot and his heat growing from comforting to scolding, his skin seeping some kind of deadly ooze, but it only lasts that unseen moment before he walks into town.
*Fascinating... I look forward to then. And of course- wherever Luna goes, the Architect is never far behind.*
The Architect watches from the shadows for a moment, seeming somewhat intimidated by their radiant glow, but eventually strides out of the darkness towards him in her more humanoid appearance and size. Luna is coiled around her arm, making inquisitive chirping sounds at the sight of the archfey. The Nightmare Lord waves to him, her mask shifting to display its smiling visage.
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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)
*Eh, before I leave, I should intro this guy and not procrastinate.*
The Feywild, known for it's beauty and mystic nature, a place where anything could be, with four courts filled to the brim with wonder of their own, so close to the mortal plane, yet it cannot compare. Yet, for every ounce of amazing splendor and the finest of art, there are monsters beyond compare, beings that seek to shatter the lives of those they find and make them into nothing more than puppets.
A crack in the earth, not a big one, about the size of a ditch seems to open up out of nowhere outside of the Lord's Point. It seems endlessly deep, until something glistening appears at what may be the bottom, then, that glistening begins to rise until it shoots out of the crack like a fountain of golden water. Plants begin to grow where the liquid lands, greenery and life springing from the flow as some figure makes its way out of the water.
At first they look purely divine in nature, and as they become more revealed that appearance doesn't fade. They look like a Eladrin, specifically one that embodies Summer, short hair that appears as bright golden leaves, slicked back and fiery. He's dressed in a suit and tie of similar colors, his skin smooth, face handsome and smile charismatic. He holds some kind of wooden handle that may later be known as a microphone. He runs a hand through his locks, looking around the place, each of his footsteps growing the foliage around them, for a singular moment, that appearance flickers, the plants turning to rot and his heat growing from comforting to scolding, his skin seeping some kind of deadly ooze, but it only lasts that unseen moment before he walks into town.
*Fascinating... I look forward to then. And of course- wherever Luna goes, the Architect is never far behind.*
The Architect watches from the shadows for a moment, seeming somewhat intimidated by their radiant glow, but eventually strides out of the darkness towards him in her more humanoid appearance and size. Luna is coiled around her arm, making inquisitive chirping sounds at the sight of the archfey. The Nightmare Lord waves to him, her mask shifting to display its smiling visage.
The Archfey matches the smile with one of his own, putting the microphone away and clasping his hands together. His teeth are so white the sun couldn't match their shine. The Architect can immediately sense that this isn't a peaceful force, and is much more corrupt than first may be assumed from their appearance, his voice so charismatic its almost hypnotizing to the average person "Oh, such a powerful being, and so soon. I didn't expect to meet someone so amazing so early." He bows deeply, his honeyed words mean nothing.
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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
*Fascinating... I look forward to then. And of course- wherever Luna goes, the Architect is never far behind.*
The Architect watches from the shadows for a moment, seeming somewhat intimidated by their radiant glow, but eventually strides out of the darkness towards him in her more humanoid appearance and size. Luna is coiled around her arm, making inquisitive chirping sounds at the sight of the archfey. The Nightmare Lord waves to him, her mask shifting to display its smiling visage.
The Archfey matches the smile with one of his own, putting the microphone away and clasping his hands together. His teeth are so white the sun couldn't match their shine. The Architect can immediately sense that this isn't a peaceful force, and is much more corrupt than first may be assumed from their appearance, his voice so charismatic its almost hypnotizing to the average person "Oh, such a powerful being, and so soon. I didn't expect to meet someone so amazing so early." He bows deeply, his honeyed words mean nothing.
"I hadn't expected to meet one as powerful either. Though, this place is a magnet for god-like beings." She bows slightly as well, her mask maintaining its unnervingly wide grin. Luna skitters up her arm and onto her shoulder, making more curious-sounding clickings and chirpings. "Tell me, what brings you to Lord's Rest?"
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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)
*Fascinating... I look forward to then. And of course- wherever Luna goes, the Architect is never far behind.*
The Architect watches from the shadows for a moment, seeming somewhat intimidated by their radiant glow, but eventually strides out of the darkness towards him in her more humanoid appearance and size. Luna is coiled around her arm, making inquisitive chirping sounds at the sight of the archfey. The Nightmare Lord waves to him, her mask shifting to display its smiling visage.
The Archfey matches the smile with one of his own, putting the microphone away and clasping his hands together. His teeth are so white the sun couldn't match their shine. The Architect can immediately sense that this isn't a peaceful force, and is much more corrupt than first may be assumed from their appearance, his voice so charismatic its almost hypnotizing to the average person "Oh, such a powerful being, and so soon. I didn't expect to meet someone so amazing so early." He bows deeply, his honeyed words mean nothing.
"I hadn't expected to meet one as powerful either. Though, this place is a magnet for god-like beings." She bows slightly as well, her mask maintaining its unnervingly wide grin. Luna skitters up her arm and onto her shoulder, making more curious-sounding clickings and chirpings. "Tell me, what brings you to Lord's Rest?"
His eyes lock onto Luna, burning flames instead of pupils in his eyes. He raises a finger, "The business of worship, gods need followers after all, and I seem to have... lost mine, or the majority anyway." He smiles at Luna, holding out the finger to the little terror "Who is this little one? Are they yours? They stink of Dark Energy, do they have a name?"
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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.'
*Fascinating... I look forward to then. And of course- wherever Luna goes, the Architect is never far behind.*
The Architect watches from the shadows for a moment, seeming somewhat intimidated by their radiant glow, but eventually strides out of the darkness towards him in her more humanoid appearance and size. Luna is coiled around her arm, making inquisitive chirping sounds at the sight of the archfey. The Nightmare Lord waves to him, her mask shifting to display its smiling visage.
The Archfey matches the smile with one of his own, putting the microphone away and clasping his hands together. His teeth are so white the sun couldn't match their shine. The Architect can immediately sense that this isn't a peaceful force, and is much more corrupt than first may be assumed from their appearance, his voice so charismatic its almost hypnotizing to the average person "Oh, such a powerful being, and so soon. I didn't expect to meet someone so amazing so early." He bows deeply, his honeyed words mean nothing.
"I hadn't expected to meet one as powerful either. Though, this place is a magnet for god-like beings." She bows slightly as well, her mask maintaining its unnervingly wide grin. Luna skitters up her arm and onto her shoulder, making more curious-sounding clickings and chirpings. "Tell me, what brings you to Lord's Rest?"
His eyes lock onto Luna, burning flames instead of pupils in his eyes. He raises a finger, "The business of worship, gods need followers after all, and I seem to have... lost mine, or the majority anyway." He smiles at Luna, holding out the finger to the little terror "Who is this little one? Are they yours? They stink of Dark Energy, do they have a name?"
"I see- well, you've come to the right place, then." She watches him cautiously, ready to tear him limb from limb if he tries to hurt Luna. The adorable little horror grabs their finger with two sharp legs, making more chirping sounds as their silver eyes look back at him. "You may call them Luna, and yes, they're my child. Marvelous little creature, aren't they?"
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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 see- well, you've come to the right place, then." She watches him cautiously, ready to tear him limb from limb if he tries to hurt Luna. The adorable little horror grabs their finger with two sharp legs, making more chirping sounds as their silver eyes look back at him. "You may call them Luna, and yes, they're my child. Marvelous little creature, aren't they?"
He picks them up with that one finger, holding them for a moment as his eyes analyze the creature before handing them back to KK without any trouble, "I've never been one for children myself, but I'm not going to say that they aren't a cute little one. How are they your child? I couldn't believe that nightmares have the capability to reproduce, or at least in the traditional sense."
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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 see- well, you've come to the right place, then." She watches him cautiously, ready to tear him limb from limb if he tries to hurt Luna. The adorable little horror grabs their finger with two sharp legs, making more chirping sounds as their silver eyes look back at him. "You may call them Luna, and yes, they're my child. Marvelous little creature, aren't they?"
He picks them up with that one finger, holding them for a moment as his eyes analyze the creature before handing them back to KK without any trouble, "I've never been one for children myself, but I'm not going to say that they aren't a cute little one. How are they your child? I couldn't believe that nightmares have the capability to reproduce, or at least in the traditional sense."
Luna's mask lifts up slightly as they are about to weakly bite his hand, but he then hands the child back, whereupon they scurry back onto the Architect's shoulder. "Grew them from a tank of Dark Energy and a few other eldritch additives." She explains. The little terror tries to gnaw on his hand again, but is stopped by their mother. "Sweetie, no biting off fingers. We've talked about this."
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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)
*While you studied the blade, I studied the pizza, which is the only reasonable use for that immensely oversized knife you keep talking about. Why wouldn't you just use a pizza cutter? Killing people? Isn't that unsanitary? You'll get blood all over the kitchen!*
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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.
"I see- well, you've come to the right place, then." She watches him cautiously, ready to tear him limb from limb if he tries to hurt Luna. The adorable little horror grabs their finger with two sharp legs, making more chirping sounds as their silver eyes look back at him. "You may call them Luna, and yes, they're my child. Marvelous little creature, aren't they?"
He picks them up with that one finger, holding them for a moment as his eyes analyze the creature before handing them back to KK without any trouble, "I've never been one for children myself, but I'm not going to say that they aren't a cute little one. How are they your child? I couldn't believe that nightmares have the capability to reproduce, or at least in the traditional sense."
Luna's mask lifts up slightly as they are about to weakly bite his hand, but he then hands the child back, whereupon they scurry back onto the Architect's shoulder. "Grew them from a tank of Dark Energy and a few other eldritch additives." She explains. The little terror tries to gnaw on his hand again, but is stopped by their mother. "Sweetie, no biting off fingers. We've talked about this."
"Oh, feel no need to scold a child that knows no better." He dusts off his hand, disgusted by the contact with such a foul creature, though naturally he doesn't show that disgust "It is not as if I could be harmed by such an adorable little munchkin. What additives might you have added to create such a creature? You must have been a part, their mask is almost identical to your own."
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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.'
*While you studied the blade, I studied the pizza, which is the only reasonable use for that immensely oversized knife you keep talking about. Why wouldn't you just use a pizza cutter? Killing people? Isn't that unsanitary? You'll get blood all over the kitchen!*
*Doing better now Baalze? I hope so, and as we all know, carrying around a massive sword is necessary, its what happens when you study the blade.*
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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.'
*While you studied the blade, I studied the pizza, which is the only reasonable use for that immensely oversized knife you keep talking about. Why wouldn't you just use a pizza cutter? Killing people? Isn't that unsanitary? You'll get blood all over the kitchen!*
*Doing better now Baalze? I hope so, and as we all know, carrying around a massive sword is necessary, its what happens when you study the blade.*
*I'm a little better. I threw up. It was unpleasant, and I haven't really gotten over it. My throat still hurts and I already had a mini gingerale. Then a bunch of things happened that would take a while to describe and I don't have the full context for, so I'm not going to try. But I'm kind of back.*
*It's okay to have a sword, just don't wave it around in my kitchen, my dear soft boy here to dirty up your suede shoes.*
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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 picks them up with that one finger, holding them for a moment as his eyes analyze the creature before handing them back to KK without any trouble, "I've never been one for children myself, but I'm not going to say that they aren't a cute little one. How are they your child? I couldn't believe that nightmares have the capability to reproduce, or at least in the traditional sense."
Luna's mask lifts up slightly as they are about to weakly bite his hand, but he then hands the child back, whereupon they scurry back onto the Architect's shoulder. "Grew them from a tank of Dark Energy and a few other eldritch additives." She explains. The little terror tries to gnaw on his hand again, but is stopped by their mother. "Sweetie, no biting off fingers. We've talked about this."
"Oh, feel no need to scold a child that knows no better." He dusts off his hand, disgusted by the contact with such a foul creature, though naturally he doesn't show that disgust "It is not as if I could be harmed by such an adorable little munchkin. What additives might you have added to create such a creature? You must have been a part, their mask is almost identical to your own."
"That's good to know. They've still got a lot of growing ahead of them- they're only a few weeks old, after all." Luna skitters down to her arm again, gnawing against her chitinous plates. The Architect chuckles a bit at that. "Yes, they have bits of Dark Energy from both parents, as well as Old Blood, normal blood, some air from the Far Realm, and trace amounts of more mundane binders and catalysts."
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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)
*While you studied the blade, I studied the pizza, which is the only reasonable use for that immensely oversized knife you keep talking about. Why wouldn't you just use a pizza cutter? Killing people? Isn't that unsanitary? You'll get blood all over the kitchen!*
*Doing better now Baalze? I hope so, and as we all know, carrying around a massive sword is necessary, its what happens when you study the blade.*
*I'm a little better. I threw up. It was unpleasant, and I haven't really gotten over it. My throat still hurts and I already had a mini gingerale. Then a bunch of things happened that would take a while to describe and I don't have the full context for, so I'm not going to try. But I'm kind of back.*
*It's okay to have a sword, just don't wave it around in my kitchen, my dear soft boy here to dirty up your suede shoes.*
*Please take care of yourself, you should come back when you are good, not when you are just better, my friend. I wont be able to let you know I'm worrying about you soon, so I've got to get my worrying in now.*
*I suppose I'll try to keep that in mind, the sword can be swung, just not in the kitchen.*
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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.'
He picks them up with that one finger, holding them for a moment as his eyes analyze the creature before handing them back to KK without any trouble, "I've never been one for children myself, but I'm not going to say that they aren't a cute little one. How are they your child? I couldn't believe that nightmares have the capability to reproduce, or at least in the traditional sense."
Luna's mask lifts up slightly as they are about to weakly bite his hand, but he then hands the child back, whereupon they scurry back onto the Architect's shoulder. "Grew them from a tank of Dark Energy and a few other eldritch additives." She explains. The little terror tries to gnaw on his hand again, but is stopped by their mother. "Sweetie, no biting off fingers. We've talked about this."
"Oh, feel no need to scold a child that knows no better." He dusts off his hand, disgusted by the contact with such a foul creature, though naturally he doesn't show that disgust "It is not as if I could be harmed by such an adorable little munchkin. What additives might you have added to create such a creature? You must have been a part, their mask is almost identical to your own."
"That's good to know. They've still got a lot of growing ahead of them- they're only a few weeks old, after all." Luna skitters down to her arm again, gnawing against her chitinous plates. The Architect chuckles a bit at that. "Yes, they have bits of Dark Energy from both parents, as well as Old Blood, normal blood, some air from the Far Realm, and trace amounts of more mundane binders and catalysts."
"Such an interesting little being, nightmares as a whole are, but I've never seen one artificially made. Oh, and you said that there are two parents, one of them being you? Where is the other, are they dead?" He asks with his smile still plastered onto his face, his leaf hair gently swaying in the soft breeze, looking down at Luna, "Maybe I'll begin making my own. Would you like some Paleblood?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Oh, feel no need to scold a child that knows no better." He dusts off his hand, disgusted by the contact with such a foul creature, though naturally he doesn't show that disgust "It is not as if I could be harmed by such an adorable little munchkin. What additives might you have added to create such a creature? You must have been a part, their mask is almost identical to your own."
"That's good to know. They've still got a lot of growing ahead of them- they're only a few weeks old, after all." Luna skitters down to her arm again, gnawing against her chitinous plates. The Architect chuckles a bit at that. "Yes, they have bits of Dark Energy from both parents, as well as Old Blood, normal blood, some air from the Far Realm, and trace amounts of more mundane binders and catalysts."
"Such an interesting little being, nightmares as a whole are, but I've never seen one artificially made. Oh, and you said that there are two parents, one of them being you? Where is the other, are they dead?" He asks with his smile still plastered onto his face, his leaf hair gently swaying in the soft breeze, looking down at Luna, "Maybe I'll begin making my own. Would you like some Paleblood?"
"Correct- one is myself, and the other is my husband Henry. At the moment, I believe he's out collecting power for the little one to consume once they're ready." She smiles at the little creature as well- she can tell his smile is forced, but doesn't comment on it. Rather, her attention is focused on that last question. "Sure, I'd love some- I've always wanted to try Paleblood."
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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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*Hmm, I would Helianth, but they've been going through a lot recently, anyone works fine, its just an egotistical Archfey. Oh yeah, sidenote, when I come back, Tim will be a god again, don't worry 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.)
*Cool- Helianth's going to be so proud of him... though he might not be too happy to see it again. Since Helianth's got a lot on its plate at the moment, would the Architect work 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)
Stomping down the road comes a very odd sight. A large, spiky, rounded, slightly infernal-looking suit of armour. It comes up to the door of Lord's Rest, and the front opens up, and a small Mapach jumps out, swearing about the fact that the door is too small.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*Oh Tim is doing it because they are mad at Helianth, very mad at Helianth in fact. So mad they have become disappointed in their parent, Tim ascends to godhood because Helianth couldn't handle it. Only if Luna comes along.*
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.)
*Fascinating... I look forward to then. And of course- wherever Luna goes, the Architect is never far behind.*
The Architect watches from the shadows for a moment, seeming somewhat intimidated by their radiant glow, but eventually strides out of the darkness towards him in her more humanoid appearance and size. Luna is coiled around her arm, making inquisitive chirping sounds at the sight of the archfey. The Nightmare Lord waves to him, her mask shifting to display its smiling visage.
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 Archfey matches the smile with one of his own, putting the microphone away and clasping his hands together. His teeth are so white the sun couldn't match their shine. The Architect can immediately sense that this isn't a peaceful force, and is much more corrupt than first may be assumed from their appearance, his voice so charismatic its almost hypnotizing to the average person "Oh, such a powerful being, and so soon. I didn't expect to meet someone so amazing so early." He bows deeply, his honeyed words mean nothing.
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 Yvonne)
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
"I hadn't expected to meet one as powerful either. Though, this place is a magnet for god-like beings." She bows slightly as well, her mask maintaining its unnervingly wide grin. Luna skitters up her arm and onto her shoulder, making more curious-sounding clickings and chirpings. "Tell me, what brings you to Lord's Rest?"
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)
His eyes lock onto Luna, burning flames instead of pupils in his eyes. He raises a finger, "The business of worship, gods need followers after all, and I seem to have... lost mine, or the majority anyway." He smiles at Luna, holding out the finger to the little terror "Who is this little one? Are they yours? They stink of Dark Energy, do they have a name?"
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.)
"I see- well, you've come to the right place, then." She watches him cautiously, ready to tear him limb from limb if he tries to hurt Luna. The adorable little horror grabs their finger with two sharp legs, making more chirping sounds as their silver eyes look back at him. "You may call them Luna, and yes, they're my child. Marvelous little creature, aren't they?"
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 picks them up with that one finger, holding them for a moment as his eyes analyze the creature before handing them back to KK without any trouble, "I've never been one for children myself, but I'm not going to say that they aren't a cute little one. How are they your child? I couldn't believe that nightmares have the capability to reproduce, or at least in the traditional sense."
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.)
Luna's mask lifts up slightly as they are about to weakly bite his hand, but he then hands the child back, whereupon they scurry back onto the Architect's shoulder. "Grew them from a tank of Dark Energy and a few other eldritch additives." She explains. The little terror tries to gnaw on his hand again, but is stopped by their mother. "Sweetie, no biting off fingers. We've talked about this."
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)
*While you studied the blade, I studied the pizza, which is the only reasonable use for that immensely oversized knife you keep talking about. Why wouldn't you just use a pizza cutter? Killing people? Isn't that unsanitary? You'll get blood all over the kitchen!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, feel no need to scold a child that knows no better." He dusts off his hand, disgusted by the contact with such a foul creature, though naturally he doesn't show that disgust "It is not as if I could be harmed by such an adorable little munchkin. What additives might you have added to create such a creature? You must have been a part, their mask is almost identical to your own."
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.)
*Doing better now Baalze? I hope so, and as we all know, carrying around a massive sword is necessary, its what happens when you study the blade.*
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.)
*I'm a little better. I threw up. It was unpleasant, and I haven't really gotten over it. My throat still hurts and I already had a mini gingerale. Then a bunch of things happened that would take a while to describe and I don't have the full context for, so I'm not going to try. But I'm kind of back.*
*It's okay to have a sword, just don't wave it around in my kitchen, my dear soft boy here to dirty up your suede shoes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That's good to know. They've still got a lot of growing ahead of them- they're only a few weeks old, after all." Luna skitters down to her arm again, gnawing against her chitinous plates. The Architect chuckles a bit at that. "Yes, they have bits of Dark Energy from both parents, as well as Old Blood, normal blood, some air from the Far Realm, and trace amounts of more mundane binders and catalysts."
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)
*Please take care of yourself, you should come back when you are good, not when you are just better, my friend. I wont be able to let you know I'm worrying about you soon, so I've got to get my worrying in now.*
*I suppose I'll try to keep that in mind, the sword can be swung, just not in the kitchen.*
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.)
"Such an interesting little being, nightmares as a whole are, but I've never seen one artificially made. Oh, and you said that there are two parents, one of them being you? Where is the other, are they dead?" He asks with his smile still plastered onto his face, his leaf hair gently swaying in the soft breeze, looking down at Luna, "Maybe I'll begin making my own. Would you like some Paleblood?"
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.)
"Correct- one is myself, and the other is my husband Henry. At the moment, I believe he's out collecting power for the little one to consume once they're ready." She smiles at the little creature as well- she can tell his smile is forced, but doesn't comment on it. Rather, her attention is focused on that last question. "Sure, I'd love some- I've always wanted to try Paleblood."
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)