*So I'm trying to work on my worldbuilding, and I've decided to start small: one city.*
*Now, what should make this city special?*
*I'm thinking about going with the classic "sinking into the earth" thing, and giving it a supernatural reason for existing. Perhaps there's a dead Judge or something along those lines deep under the earth, and so they keep secretly mining under the city to try and find it. Maybe its filled with monsters, and thus has a thriving culinary scene!*
*Ah, the sinking city trope, you know what would make it even cooler, some of the ground has already collapsed underneath, so they use bridges and other things to hold up those portions of the city, they are fully aware it’s eventually going to go under, but it’s like the house with the foundation made of gold.*
She holds them for a moment, rubbing their back and just taking a few seconds to have a small cry before pulling back “It ain’t yer fault, ya didn’t know what that star emissary was sendin’ ya inta. Please, try ta stay outta all that stuff without my help, cause it’ll corrupt ya, an’ I don’t want that happenin’ again. I… we should get some rest.”
“If you had time to save him, you wouldn’t have that diary in your hands. He’s dead soon enough, you decide if you want to try and save him, or not. Does it matter what I know, how I know it? I am beyond you, I gave you what you asked for, now, my payment will come in due time.” He smiles brightly at them, “Do you want a map on where to find him? Or where he will be?”
"Okay, I won't. Promise." She hugs her back, and after a few seconds, she parts from the embrace and quickly finishes her food. "Rest sounds like a good idea. Casting a second-level spell took a lot more out of me than I thought it would." She chuckles a bit, quickly taking care of the dishes from both of them with a few castings of Prestidigitation.
She looks down at the journal again, her hands shaking slightly. "I want you to bring me to him as quickly as you can. Clearly if you can pluck something out of space from miles away, you can teleport me there or something, right?" She responds, standing up from the bench.
She helps, and once they are done she picks them up, taking them to their bed and tucking them in, kissing their forehead, “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Oh, but the cost of that would be more than you could bear. I can bring you there, I’ll do so right now.” He grabs them, tossing them into the bag as if they weighed nothing at all, space seems the warp, the universe shifting. Suddenly they are standing in a broken battlefield, and sitting alone, Thorfinn faces an elder dragon, the other hunters have fallen, but the beast is wounded, he can get the kill, though he’s injured himself, bleeding from his torso and head.
"Goodnight, mom. Love you." A while later, the little shadow goes to sleep, almost invisible in the inky darkness of their room.
Omori opens her eyes, and sees stars above her. And in front of her... and below her? The star fields?... How did she- wait, she's dreaming. But if this is a dream... why does it feel so real? No, this has to be a dream. The novice druid sees something in front of her... and it's getting closer. She can't really tell what it is- she can't see any discernible features of the entity that is now right in front of her. It's not as if they're invisible- they're just... obscured. Obscured from her vision, from her mind, as if it were being censored to disguise what it truly is. The... whatever it is, it reaches slightly towards her hand. The area around its arm(?) gleams with the light of stars... but it warps the space around it, as if its very touch was corrosive- no, transformative. She pulls her hand away. "W- What are you?" She asks, more curious than afraid, but still somewhat afraid. The entity speaks in multiple voices in its short response, though all of them sound... childlike? "I'm your friend, silly. You remember me, right?" Omori wakes up suddenly in the dead of night, sitting bolt upright in her bed. Her hands are shaking. Her eyes feel sore. What... was that thing?
Mavis rushes up to beside Thorfinn, readying her Gunlance as she loads an explosive into its chamber. "Watch out!" She says to him, before lunging forward at the beast, attempting to strike the Elder Dragon in the side before she fires the explosive round.
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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)
Thorfinn looks back to them as the elder dragon swings one of their massive claws. He looks over to her, tilting his head and coughing up a bit of blood “M-Mavis? Is that-“ The claw hits him, and the sound of crunching bone is heard as he tries to plant his feet, though he’s launched to the side into a rock wall, blood gushing from his new wound. He looks back at them, pushing himself weakly to his feet, holding his greatsword with one arm, looking like this’ll be his last stand as Mavis hears a voice in their ear, “I warned you of the cost, Thorfinn would’ve fought to the next morning, would’ve taken the elder dragon down with him, now, well now we will have to see.” The Faceless Merchant cackles as Mavis feels the strangest sensation, like they can’t move, petrified.
*i need to make more characters for this thread… so I’m revisiting old character ideas… I could potentially bring Julius or Mother Moth here as well…*
*Hello Arch! Sorry I missed your greetings earlier.*
*If you do ever bring Mother Moth here, I'll probably have Adeline tag along as well, if that's okay with you.*
*that would be great!*
*whether I bring Mother Moth here or not, there is always the option to bring along the character I made related to Mother Moth’s backstory… which would be the reason she has all of those engagement rings*
The young boy from earlier sits outside, planting seeds.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*ooh, or I could also try fleshing out the Child- a dark power of the Shadowfell that sends the most heinous, despicable villains to their own perfectly crafted torture chambers the size of small countries- who’s defining characteristic is that they are also a paragon of innocence and kindness, they only half know what they are doing but they do their job scarily well*
*of course, their powers would only fully function within the shadowfell*
"This is quaint." He looks around, humming. "Am I too flirty? Sorry~"
*Well you be back?*
He leads them through Winter, until he reaches his surprise. He built them a house, and not a small one either, which explains why he came back every day, exhausted and dirty.
He enjoys each moment he has with his son, happy to have this if nothing else.
She sighs "This is my home." She takes down all her posters in her room before he can see them.
*I'm back now.*
She gasps, looking up at it and clasping her paws together. "Wow... it's amazing
He opens his eyes when the story's over. "Thank you!"
"What are you tearing down?" he asks, suspicous
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"This is quaint." He looks around, humming. "Am I too flirty? Sorry~"
*Well you be back?*
He leads them through Winter, until he reaches his surprise. He built them a house, and not a small one either, which explains why he came back every day, exhausted and dirty.
He enjoys each moment he has with his son, happy to have this if nothing else.
She sighs "This is my home." She takes down all her posters in her room before he can see them.
*I'm back now.*
She gasps, looking up at it and clasping her paws together. "Wow... it's amazing
He opens his eyes when the story's over. "Thank you!"
"What are you tearing down?" he asks, suspicous
*Welcome back, I missed you.*
“Wait, that’s not all.” He pulls out two doorknobs, “Take one of these, and twist it in the air.”
“O’ course my lil one. Anythin’ fer my son.” He smiles and hugs them again.
“Nothing, it’s nothing don’t worry about it.” She tries to keep the posters out of their sight, frantic.
Thorfinn looks back to them as the elder dragon swings one of their massive claws. He looks over to her, tilting his head and coughing up a bit of blood “M-Mavis? Is that-“ The claw hits him, and the sound of crunching bone is heard as he tries to plant his feet, though he’s launched to the side into a rock wall, blood gushing from his new wound. He looks back at them, pushing himself weakly to his feet, holding his greatsword with one arm, looking like this’ll be his last stand as Mavis hears a voice in their ear, “I warned you of the cost, Thorfinn would’ve fought to the next morning, would’ve taken the elder dragon down with him, now, well now we will have to see.” The Faceless Merchant cackles as Mavis feels the strangest sensation, like they can’t move, petrified.
*Thanks- I figured it's been a while since my favorite trauma-sponge character had a villainous presence tormenting her.*
She gasps at the sound of his bones crunching from the dragon's strike. She tries to move against whatever is holding her in place, and through sheer willpower, she's able to move what is probably a few centimeters. She looks to Thorfinn, trying to say something, but she can't move her mouth to speak. All she can do is watch in horror.
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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)
Thorfinn looks back to them as the elder dragon swings one of their massive claws. He looks over to her, tilting his head and coughing up a bit of blood “M-Mavis? Is that-“ The claw hits him, and the sound of crunching bone is heard as he tries to plant his feet, though he’s launched to the side into a rock wall, blood gushing from his new wound. He looks back at them, pushing himself weakly to his feet, holding his greatsword with one arm, looking like this’ll be his last stand as Mavis hears a voice in their ear, “I warned you of the cost, Thorfinn would’ve fought to the next morning, would’ve taken the elder dragon down with him, now, well now we will have to see.” The Faceless Merchant cackles as Mavis feels the strangest sensation, like they can’t move, petrified.
*Thanks- I figured it's been a while since my favorite trauma-sponge character had a villainous presence tormenting her.*
She gasps at the sound of his bones crunching from the dragon's strike. She tries to move against whatever is holding her in place, and through sheer willpower, she's able to move what is probably a few centimeters. She looks to Thorfinn, trying to say something, but she can't move her mouth to speak. All she can do is watch in horror.
Thorfinn looks over to where she’s stuck, and smiles, coughing up blood from a punctured lung, “Well, this went from a marathon to a sprint, huh Mavis?” He tries to joke around, putting his blade in his shoulder, “I got this one, just stay back and watch, maybe I couldn’t win your love, but I’m going to save your life.” He sprints back into the fray, using his monstrous strength to block and parry blows, waiting for his moment to get the fatal hit, taking more hits himself, slashes and crushing blows leaving his body in tatters. He always takes a moment to look back to them, and smile.
"This is quaint." He looks around, humming. "Am I too flirty? Sorry~"
*Well you be back?*
He leads them through Winter, until he reaches his surprise. He built them a house, and not a small one either, which explains why he came back every day, exhausted and dirty.
He enjoys each moment he has with his son, happy to have this if nothing else.
She sighs "This is my home." She takes down all her posters in her room before he can see them.
*I'm back now.*
She gasps, looking up at it and clasping her paws together. "Wow... it's amazing
He opens his eyes when the story's over. "Thank you!"
"What are you tearing down?" he asks, suspicous
*Welcome back, I missed you.*
“Wait, that’s not all.” He pulls out two doorknobs, “Take one of these, and twist it in the air.”
“O’ course my lil one. Anythin’ fer my son.” He smiles and hugs them again.
“Nothing, it’s nothing don’t worry about it.” She tries to keep the posters out of their sight, frantic.
*sorry, had to go accept awards*
She takes one and does so, curious
he hugs back, smiling
"You can't lie to me, your Leader. I'll find out eventually" His tone strictens
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*Ah, the sinking city trope, you know what would make it even cooler, some of the ground has already collapsed underneath, so they use bridges and other things to hold up those portions of the city, they are fully aware it’s eventually going to go under, but it’s like the house with the foundation made of gold.*
"Goodnight, mom. Love you." A while later, the little shadow goes to sleep, almost invisible in the inky darkness of their room.
Omori opens her eyes, and sees stars above her. And in front of her... and below her? The star fields?... How did she- wait, she's dreaming. But if this is a dream... why does it feel so real? No, this has to be a dream. The novice druid sees something in front of her... and it's getting closer. She can't really tell what it is- she can't see any discernible features of the entity that is now right in front of her. It's not as if they're invisible- they're just... obscured. Obscured from her vision, from her mind, as if it were being censored to disguise what it truly is. The... whatever it is, it reaches slightly towards her hand. The area around its arm(?) gleams with the light of stars... but it warps the space around it, as if its very touch was corrosive- no, transformative. She pulls her hand away.
"W- What are you?" She asks, more curious than afraid, but still somewhat afraid. The entity speaks in multiple voices in its short response, though all of them sound... childlike?
"I'm your friend, silly. You remember me, right?"
Omori wakes up suddenly in the dead of night, sitting bolt upright in her bed. Her hands are shaking. Her eyes feel sore. What... was that thing?
Mavis rushes up to beside Thorfinn, readying her Gunlance as she loads an explosive into its chamber. "Watch out!" She says to him, before lunging forward at the beast, attempting to strike the Elder Dragon in the side before she fires the explosive round.
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 need to make more characters for this thread… so I’m revisiting old character ideas… I could potentially bring Julius or Mother Moth here as well…*
*Hello Arch! Sorry I missed your greetings earlier.*
*If you do ever bring Mother Moth here, I'll probably have Adeline tag along as well, if that's okay with you.*
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)
*Cut for Yvonne. Chilling end, I like it.*
Thorfinn looks back to them as the elder dragon swings one of their massive claws. He looks over to her, tilting his head and coughing up a bit of blood “M-Mavis? Is that-“ The claw hits him, and the sound of crunching bone is heard as he tries to plant his feet, though he’s launched to the side into a rock wall, blood gushing from his new wound. He looks back at them, pushing himself weakly to his feet, holding his greatsword with one arm, looking like this’ll be his last stand as Mavis hears a voice in their ear, “I warned you of the cost, Thorfinn would’ve fought to the next morning, would’ve taken the elder dragon down with him, now, well now we will have to see.” The Faceless Merchant cackles as Mavis feels the strangest sensation, like they can’t move, petrified.
*that would be great!*
*whether I bring Mother Moth here or not, there is always the option to bring along the character I made related to Mother Moth’s backstory… which would be the reason she has all of those engagement rings*
*Please bring them here, I want to meet them, but my interest in Autumn country has been uncontrollably fading.*
The young boy from earlier sits outside, planting seeds.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*ooh, or I could also try fleshing out the Child- a dark power of the Shadowfell that sends the most heinous, despicable villains to their own perfectly crafted torture chambers the size of small countries- who’s defining characteristic is that they are also a paragon of innocence and kindness, they only half know what they are doing but they do their job scarily well*
*of course, their powers would only fully function within the shadowfell*
*alright, I’ll bring one of them over here either later today or tomorrow*
*I'm back now.*
She gasps, looking up at it and clasping her paws together. "Wow... it's amazing
He opens his eyes when the story's over. "Thank you!"
"What are you tearing down?" he asks, suspicous
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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 will love to see them, and let them actually meet my good friend the new anchor.*
*Welcome back, I missed you.*
“Wait, that’s not all.” He pulls out two doorknobs, “Take one of these, and twist it in the air.”
“O’ course my lil one. Anythin’ fer my son.” He smiles and hugs them again.
“Nothing, it’s nothing don’t worry about it.” She tries to keep the posters out of their sight, frantic.
*Thanks- I figured it's been a while since my favorite trauma-sponge character had a villainous presence tormenting her.*
She gasps at the sound of his bones crunching from the dragon's strike. She tries to move against whatever is holding her in place, and through sheer willpower, she's able to move what is probably a few centimeters. She looks to Thorfinn, trying to say something, but she can't move her mouth to speak. All she can do is watch in horror.
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)
*Hey Jester. I am gonna go get on my ps if you wanna play dbd.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I will be adopting and stealing the term, ‘trauma sponge.’*
Thorfinn looks over to where she’s stuck, and smiles, coughing up blood from a punctured lung, “Well, this went from a marathon to a sprint, huh Mavis?” He tries to joke around, putting his blade in his shoulder, “I got this one, just stay back and watch, maybe I couldn’t win your love, but I’m going to save your life.” He sprints back into the fray, using his monstrous strength to block and parry blows, waiting for his moment to get the fatal hit, taking more hits himself, slashes and crushing blows leaving his body in tatters. He always takes a moment to look back to them, and smile.
*I can’t, parents won’t let me. Maybe at the weekend if I ever catch you on you can message me.*
*sorry, had to go accept awards*
She takes one and does so, curious
he hugs back, smiling
"You can't lie to me, your Leader. I'll find out eventually" His tone strictens
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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
*Oh yeah I’m definitely going to use that whenever I get the chance. Tim is a trauma sponge, certainly.*