*I will note that Oswald has no drive for sex or anything, so he's probably going to be a really weird consort to have for her.*
*Tbh, I originally had planned for Yuri to be just this sex-friven creature but now... I see her more of Asexual because she uses sex as a tool than enjoyment. Her thought process is 'I have this mask I have to keep up, that is am this pretty doll. I can get things if I use my body.' but she feels disgusted in herself afterwards. I'm trying not to write this is a way that sounds like she is (GP)ING herself for power and things but it's kinda like that. She has such a warped idea of the way things should be.*
*That whole paragraph is horrible*
*I am glad I am not a beautiful fey noblewoman kidnapped and "raised" by Titania.*
Sylvan is teaching the divine pups, who have now taken human forms, to cook in the kitchen.
Cerberus is playing his violin for a group of satyrs.
Ternikus is fighting the urge to kill everybody while drinking at the bar.
Szeru (a roughly human-sized and shaped puppet possessed by an Elder Evil) walks into the kitchen, carrying baskets of rare ingredients from various planes. "Oh, hello there. I don't think I've seen you all around before."
Sylvan is teaching the divine pups, who have now taken human forms, to cook in the kitchen.
Cerberus is playing his violin for a group of satyrs.
Ternikus is fighting the urge to kill everybody while drinking at the bar.
Szeru (a roughly human-sized and shaped puppet possessed by an Elder Evil) walks into the kitchen, carrying baskets of rare ingredients from various planes. "Oh, hello there. I don't think I've seen you all around before."
Sylvan, a Tabaxi in his late teens, waves. “I’ve spent most of my time either in the forest or the church, so that might be why. These kids only just chose these forms recently, so another explanation.” One of the children, with dark hair and a scar over their left eye approaches and says, “I will turn your bones into a soup.”
Szeru (a roughly human-sized and shaped puppet possessed by an Elder Evil) walks into the kitchen, carrying baskets of rare ingredients from various planes. "Oh, hello there. I don't think I've seen you all around before."
Sylvan, a Tabaxi in his late teens, waves. “I’ve spent most of my time either in the forest or the church, so that might be why. These kids only just chose these forms recently, so another explanation.” One of the children, with dark hair and a scar over their left eye approaches and says, “I will turn your bones into a soup.”
"Cute kids. What are you trying to cook?" He sets the ingredients down on a high shelf.
Szeru (a roughly human-sized and shaped puppet possessed by an Elder Evil) walks into the kitchen, carrying baskets of rare ingredients from various planes. "Oh, hello there. I don't think I've seen you all around before."
Sylvan, a Tabaxi in his late teens, waves. “I’ve spent most of my time either in the forest or the church, so that might be why. These kids only just chose these forms recently, so another explanation.” One of the children, with dark hair and a scar over their left eye approaches and says, “I will turn your bones into a soup.”
"Cute kids. What are you trying to cook?" He sets the ingredients down on a high shelf.
“An old family recipe. An Owlbear steak seasoned with 13 spices, with a side of garden goodberries.” Another child, this one younger than the first with a scar over their right eye, pounces the first, knocking them both to the floor. “I apologize for Fenrir‘s words. What he meant is, something different. I am Artemis.”
Donn is meditating. Six arms extend from his body, each holding a flower from a different land in his palm. His eyes are glowing bright gold as he delves deep into the dream world to gather up the energy he needs for the spell.
Yuri is mindlessly planting flowers, her eyes distant as she is planting daffodils for next spring. She keeps doing this repetitively.
The ancient Toboroth is sitting in the forest, letting critters climb over him. After all, he is an ancient creature of stone and wood, so slowness is in his nature as he hums to himself.
Szeru (a roughly human-sized and shaped puppet possessed by an Elder Evil) walks into the kitchen, carrying baskets of rare ingredients from various planes. "Oh, hello there. I don't think I've seen you all around before."
Sylvan, a Tabaxi in his late teens, waves. “I’ve spent most of my time either in the forest or the church, so that might be why. These kids only just chose these forms recently, so another explanation.” One of the children, with dark hair and a scar over their left eye approaches and says, “I will turn your bones into a soup.”
"Cute kids. What are you trying to cook?" He sets the ingredients down on a high shelf.
“An old family recipe. An Owlbear steak seasoned with 13 spices, with a side of garden goodberries.” Another child, this one younger than the first with a scar over their right eye, pounces the first, knocking them both to the floor. “I apologize for Fenrir‘s words. What he meant is, something different. I am Artemis.”
"That sounds good. Do you need anything?"
Szeru is almost hit by the rollin' bois. "Hello, Artemis. That name sounds a bit familiar... are you the first one to have it?"
Szeru (a roughly human-sized and shaped puppet possessed by an Elder Evil) walks into the kitchen, carrying baskets of rare ingredients from various planes. "Oh, hello there. I don't think I've seen you all around before."
Sylvan, a Tabaxi in his late teens, waves. “I’ve spent most of my time either in the forest or the church, so that might be why. These kids only just chose these forms recently, so another explanation.” One of the children, with dark hair and a scar over their left eye approaches and says, “I will turn your bones into a soup.”
"Cute kids. What are you trying to cook?" He sets the ingredients down on a high shelf.
“An old family recipe. An Owlbear steak seasoned with 13 spices, with a side of garden goodberries.” Another child, this one younger than the first with a scar over their right eye, pounces the first, knocking them both to the floor. “I apologize for Fenrir‘s words. What he meant is, something different. I am Artemis.”
"That sounds good. Do you need anything?"
Szeru is almost hit by the rollin' bois. "Hello, Artemis. That name sounds a bit familiar... are you the first one to have it?"
“Well, I’m low on ground Treant root. Do you have any?” Athena perks up. “Yes, but mum says they left.” Fenrir escapes from their grip and rushes to grab a knife, but before he can grab it, Sylvan hits his hand with a spoon. “You are a god. Don’t use weapons.”
Szeru is almost hit by the rollin' bois. "Hello, Artemis. That name sounds a bit familiar... are you the first one to have it?"
“Well, I’m low on ground Treant root. Do you have any?” Athena perks up. “Yes, but mum says they left.” Fenrir escapes from their grip and rushes to grab a knife, but before he can grab it, Sylvan hits his hand with a spoon. “You are a god. Don’t use weapons.”
"Hmmm... I believe I do." He reaches into his basket and pulls out a small glass jar. "Ah. I have it whole, but not ground. But I think I recognize where that name is from. My job is to hunt down gods who abandon their posts or abuse their creations. It's tough, but it thankfully doesn't happen all too often."
Szeru is almost hit by the rollin' bois. "Hello, Artemis. That name sounds a bit familiar... are you the first one to have it?"
“Well, I’m low on ground Treant root. Do you have any?” Athena perks up. “Yes, but mum says they left.” Fenrir escapes from their grip and rushes to grab a knife, but before he can grab it, Sylvan hits his hand with a spoon. “You are a god. Don’t use weapons.”
"Hmmm... I believe I do." He reaches into his basket and pulls out a small glass jar. "Ah. I have it whole, but not ground. But I think I recognize where that name is from. My job is to hunt down gods who abandon their posts or abuse their creations. It's tough, but it thankfully doesn't happen all too often."
“I can powder it here. Thanks.” He takes the root and puts it in a bowl to ground later. “Concerning the previous gods, they didn’t abandon their posts, so don’t worry about that.” He pauses for a second, then yells, “Silent time!” To which the 7 children cover their ears. “They got a disease that they had to change the form of their souls to survive, hence why they are now the children of my goddess.”
Szeru is almost hit by the rollin' bois. "Hello, Artemis. That name sounds a bit familiar... are you the first one to have it?"
“Well, I’m low on ground Treant root. Do you have any?” Athena perks up. “Yes, but mum says they left.” Fenrir escapes from their grip and rushes to grab a knife, but before he can grab it, Sylvan hits his hand with a spoon. “You are a god. Don’t use weapons.”
"Hmmm... I believe I do." He reaches into his basket and pulls out a small glass jar. "Ah. I have it whole, but not ground. But I think I recognize where that name is from. My job is to hunt down gods who abandon their posts or abuse their creations. It's tough, but it thankfully doesn't happen all too often."
“I can powder it here. Thanks.” He takes the root and puts it in a bowl to ground later. “Concerning the previous gods, they didn’t abandon their posts, so don’t worry about that.” He pauses for a second, then yells, “Silent time!” To which the 7 children cover their ears. “They got a disease that they had to change the form of their souls to survive, hence why they are now the children of my goddess.
"Ah. That explains why I never found any of them. That's good." He speaks softly so the kids cannot hear him through their hands. "Even if I did fail, I'm quite happy with this failure. I've never seen or heard of anything like this."
Szeru is almost hit by the rollin' bois. "Hello, Artemis. That name sounds a bit familiar... are you the first one to have it?"
“Well, I’m low on ground Treant root. Do you have any?” Athena perks up. “Yes, but mum says they left.” Fenrir escapes from their grip and rushes to grab a knife, but before he can grab it, Sylvan hits his hand with a spoon. “You are a god. Don’t use weapons.”
"Hmmm... I believe I do." He reaches into his basket and pulls out a small glass jar. "Ah. I have it whole, but not ground. But I think I recognize where that name is from. My job is to hunt down gods who abandon their posts or abuse their creations. It's tough, but it thankfully doesn't happen all too often."
“I can powder it here. Thanks.” He takes the root and puts it in a bowl to ground later. “Concerning the previous gods, they didn’t abandon their posts, so don’t worry about that.” He pauses for a second, then yells, “Silent time!” To which the 7 children cover their ears. “They got a disease that they had to change the form of their souls to survive, hence why they are now the children of my goddess.
"Ah. That explains why I never found any of them. That's good." He speaks softly so the kids cannot hear him through their hands. "Even if I did fail, I'm quite happy with this failure. I've never seen or heard of anything like this."
“It’s odd, but hey. I get to spend some time with divinity. Sure it’s childish divinity, but still. Teaches me lessons on caring for people you aren’t related to and how to talk to gods. No silent!” The children lower their hands.
“It’s odd, but hey. I get to spend some time with divinity. Sure it’s childish divinity, but still. Teaches me lessons on caring for people you aren’t related to and how to talk to gods. No silent!” The children lower their hands.
"So, anyway, I don't expect you to have any issues since these kids seem good, but if you ever need help I've got more treats and trinkets than I know what to do with."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*That whole paragraph is horrible*
*I am glad I am not a beautiful fey noblewoman kidnapped and "raised" by Titania.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I have purchased Mario Party for the first time and I can already feel my friendships dying*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh dear god no*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Szeru (a roughly human-sized and shaped puppet possessed by an Elder Evil) walks into the kitchen, carrying baskets of rare ingredients from various planes. "Oh, hello there. I don't think I've seen you all around before."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Sylvan, a Tabaxi in his late teens, waves. “I’ve spent most of my time either in the forest or the church, so that might be why. These kids only just chose these forms recently, so another explanation.” One of the children, with dark hair and a scar over their left eye approaches and says, “I will turn your bones into a soup.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Mario Party: for when Monopoly just isn’t bad enough*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Any games like Mario kart, Mario Party, Fall Guys, Monopoly, Sorry, or even Connect Four, make me feel like I want to cause chaos for my friends.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Cute kids. What are you trying to cook?" He sets the ingredients down on a high shelf.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“An old family recipe. An Owlbear steak seasoned with 13 spices, with a side of garden goodberries.” Another child, this one younger than the first with a scar over their right eye, pounces the first, knocking them both to the floor. “I apologize for Fenrir‘s words. What he meant is, something different. I am Artemis.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*anyways*
Thirteen is running around with his flail, trying to catch the vrock he made.
Mauric has learned a valuable lesson about florists.
The Larry is shoving a live crab into their face hole.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Donn is meditating. Six arms extend from his body, each holding a flower from a different land in his palm. His eyes are glowing bright gold as he delves deep into the dream world to gather up the energy he needs for the spell.
Yuri is mindlessly planting flowers, her eyes distant as she is planting daffodils for next spring. She keeps doing this repetitively.
The ancient Toboroth is sitting in the forest, letting critters climb over him. After all, he is an ancient creature of stone and wood, so slowness is in his nature as he hums to himself.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"That sounds good. Do you need anything?"
Szeru is almost hit by the rollin' bois. "Hello, Artemis. That name sounds a bit familiar... are you the first one to have it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Well, I’m low on ground Treant root. Do you have any?” Athena perks up. “Yes, but mum says they left.” Fenrir escapes from their grip and rushes to grab a knife, but before he can grab it, Sylvan hits his hand with a spoon. “You are a god. Don’t use weapons.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Hmmm... I believe I do." He reaches into his basket and pulls out a small glass jar. "Ah. I have it whole, but not ground. But I think I recognize where that name is from. My job is to hunt down gods who abandon their posts or abuse their creations. It's tough, but it thankfully doesn't happen all too often."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I can powder it here. Thanks.” He takes the root and puts it in a bowl to ground later. “Concerning the previous gods, they didn’t abandon their posts, so don’t worry about that.” He pauses for a second, then yells, “Silent time!” To which the 7 children cover their ears. “They got a disease that they had to change the form of their souls to survive, hence why they are now the children of my goddess.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Ah. That explains why I never found any of them. That's good." He speaks softly so the kids cannot hear him through their hands. "Even if I did fail, I'm quite happy with this failure. I've never seen or heard of anything like this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey guys, I got to go for a bit. I'll be on later.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“It’s odd, but hey. I get to spend some time with divinity. Sure it’s childish divinity, but still. Teaches me lessons on caring for people you aren’t related to and how to talk to gods. No silent!” The children lower their hands.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Imma intro, anyone wanna rp?*
"So, anyway, I don't expect you to have any issues since these kids seem good, but if you ever need help I've got more treats and trinkets than I know what to do with."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels