Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Isaac watches her curiously
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Omori slithers out from the shadow of a tree, noticing Stroth and curiously approaching.
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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)
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Isaac watches her curiously
She snaps her head around 180 degrees to look at him, her eyes turning black "It's rude to watch someone while they workout."
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Riotan heads into his room where William is being kept. "Well, looks like our time is up. So it seems like my original plan won't be happening. But I have another idea."
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Riotan heads into his room where William is being kept. "Well, looks like our time is up. So it seems like my original plan won't be happening. But I have another idea."
He snarls, his sharp teeth still prominent from years of eating meat.
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Isaac watches her curiously
She snaps her head around 180 degrees to look at him, her eyes turning black "It's rude to watch someone while they workout."
He nods "my bad then"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Omori slithers out from the shadow of a tree, noticing Stroth and curiously approaching.
Her head snaps around 180 degrees, grinning madly, her eyes turning black "Hello there, how can I help you?"
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Isaac watches her curiously
She snaps her head around 180 degrees to look at him, her eyes turning black "It's rude to watch someone while they workout."
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Isaac watches her curiously
She snaps her head around 180 degrees to look at him, her eyes turning black "It's rude to watch someone while they workout."
He nods "my bad then"
She chuckles "What do you need Isaac?"
"do you know anything about soul gems?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Isaac watches her curiously
She snaps her head around 180 degrees to look at him, her eyes turning black "It's rude to watch someone while they workout."
He nods "my bad then"
She chuckles "What do you need Isaac?"
"do you know anything about soul gems?"
"A good bit, yes. Why?" She her body turns around to match her head.
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Omori slithers out from the shadow of a tree, noticing Stroth and curiously approaching.
Her head snaps around 180 degrees, grinning madly, her eyes turning black "Hello there, how can I help you?"
She seems oddly unfazed, still having their same amount of childlike curiosity. "Hi! I'm kinda new to here, and I'm going around introducing myself. I'm... I'm Omori. What's your name?"
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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)
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Omori slithers out from the shadow of a tree, noticing Stroth and curiously approaching.
Her head snaps around 180 degrees, grinning madly, her eyes turning black "Hello there, how can I help you?"
She seems oddly unfazed, still having their same amount of childlike curiosity. "Hi! I'm kinda new to here, and I'm going around introducing myself. I'm... I'm Omori. What's your name?"
"Stroth Blackwood. A pleasure." Her body turns around to meet them, bowing.
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Riotan heads into his room where William is being kept. "Well, looks like our time is up. So it seems like my original plan won't be happening. But I have another idea."
He snarls, his sharp teeth still prominent from years of eating meat.
"Oh, that won't do. Now Felix made me swear to not let you get hurt, so even if I went with the old 'he cut his own face off and you didn't say anything about mind control' excuse, it still wouldn't work. But you're the only bit of leverage I have over him." He smiles sadly. "What would you propose I do?"
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Omori slithers out from the shadow of a tree, noticing Stroth and curiously approaching.
Her head snaps around 180 degrees, grinning madly, her eyes turning black "Hello there, how can I help you?"
She seems oddly unfazed, still having their same amount of childlike curiosity. "Hi! I'm kinda new to here, and I'm going around introducing myself. I'm... I'm Omori. What's your name?"
"Stroth Blackwood. A pleasure." Her body turns around to meet them, bowing.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well." She gives a sort of bow as well. "So, what are you doing out here?"
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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)
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Felix approaches. "Hello, Stroth! I wanted to have a chat about my old boss."
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Riotan heads into his room where William is being kept. "Well, looks like our time is up. So it seems like my original plan won't be happening. But I have another idea."
He snarls, his sharp teeth still prominent from years of eating meat.
"Oh, that won't do. Now Felix made me swear to not let you get hurt, so even if I went with the old 'he cut his own face off and you didn't say anything about mind control' excuse, it still wouldn't work. But you're the only bit of leverage I have over him." He smiles sadly. "What would you propose I do?"
"Let me go I won't take a razor and cut you to ribbons." He bites out, his eyes flaring red.
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Omori slithers out from the shadow of a tree, noticing Stroth and curiously approaching.
Her head snaps around 180 degrees, grinning madly, her eyes turning black "Hello there, how can I help you?"
She seems oddly unfazed, still having their same amount of childlike curiosity. "Hi! I'm kinda new to here, and I'm going around introducing myself. I'm... I'm Omori. What's your name?"
"Stroth Blackwood. A pleasure." Her body turns around to meet them, bowing.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well." She gives a sort of bow as well. "So, what are you doing out here?"
Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
Riotan heads into his room where William is being kept. "Well, looks like our time is up. So it seems like my original plan won't be happening. But I have another idea."
He snarls, his sharp teeth still prominent from years of eating meat.
"Oh, that won't do. Now Felix made me swear to not let you get hurt, so even if I went with the old 'he cut his own face off and you didn't say anything about mind control' excuse, it still wouldn't work. But you're the only bit of leverage I have over him." He smiles sadly. "What would you propose I do?"
"Let me go I won't take a razor and cut you to ribbons." He bites out, his eyes flaring red.
Riotan wags his finger at William, smirking. "Ah ah ah. That won't do either. So you really care about Felix, huh? And he cares about you... so he'd have you believe, at least."
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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Stroth is outside. Unlike her normal dresses and such, she is wearing a simple black tank-top and shorts. A wooden dummy stands before her, busted and broken. She slams her fists into the wood, leaving dents behind, her limbs pitch black in color.
William is still, unfortunately, under the effects of the spell. He is asleep, his dream world twisted and disgusting. Blood, guts, and viscera.
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
Isaac watches her curiously
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Omori slithers out from the shadow of a tree, noticing Stroth and curiously approaching.
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)
She snaps her head around 180 degrees to look at him, her eyes turning black "It's rude to watch someone while they workout."
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
Riotan heads into his room where William is being kept. "Well, looks like our time is up. So it seems like my original plan won't be happening. But I have another idea."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He snarls, his sharp teeth still prominent from years of eating meat.
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
*Once this stuff with William, Stroth, and Riotan is done, I'll introduce the Spy and The Money Handler.*
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
He nods "my bad then"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Her head snaps around 180 degrees, grinning madly, her eyes turning black "Hello there, how can I help you?"
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
She chuckles "What do you need Isaac?"
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
"do you know anything about soul gems?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"A good bit, yes. Why?" She her body turns around to match her head.
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
She seems oddly unfazed, still having their same amount of childlike curiosity. "Hi! I'm kinda new to here, and I'm going around introducing myself. I'm... I'm Omori. What's your name?"
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)
"Stroth Blackwood. A pleasure." Her body turns around to meet them, bowing.
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
"Oh, that won't do. Now Felix made me swear to not let you get hurt, so even if I went with the old 'he cut his own face off and you didn't say anything about mind control' excuse, it still wouldn't work. But you're the only bit of leverage I have over him." He smiles sadly. "What would you propose I do?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well." She gives a sort of bow as well. "So, what are you doing out here?"
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)
Felix approaches. "Hello, Stroth! I wanted to have a chat about my old boss."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Let me go I won't take a razor and cut you to ribbons." He bites out, his eyes flaring red.
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
"Getting better." She chuckled madly
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
Riotan wags his finger at William, smirking. "Ah ah ah. That won't do either. So you really care about Felix, huh? And he cares about you... so he'd have you believe, at least."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.