In the forest outside the Inn, The Eyeless Traitor is blazing a path to a set objective. Deep claw marks in trees, broken branches, and stones sliced into pieces mark her path of destruction. After a while, she finds the place she was looking for- The Fell Manor. The place where it all began, way back when her former employer split soul from body in an attempt to live forever- though she doesn't know that last part.
She enters the building through the main set of doors (read: reduces the doors to wood chips and continues inside through the gaping hole left behind), and a few minutes later, reemerges with something cradled in her arms with as much carefulness as her new form can muster. She delicately sets the trinkets down outside- An old gramophone, some platinum silverware, and a stuffed plush of an otyugh: The only tangible things she ever liked about that place.
She shows no mercy to the rest of the manor.
Charlie themselves, no longer in human guise, is taking notes from a "safe" distance (as if any distance is safe from the Traitor). "...This next experiment seems very, very interesting."
The Tarnished and Helena are inside. Helena is fretting over his wounds.
A shorter woman (around 5'4) in all black leather attire and a plague doctor's mask walks over to them, the contents inside the pouches on their belt glowing a variety of colors as they begin to analyze their wounds. Their eyes hidden by the black tinted glass of the mask's built in goggles.
The wounds seem to be stitched up and magically healed partially.
She immediately takes out a knife and cuts the stitches, opening one of the wounds back up and looking to see if it was cleaned properly.
The Tarnished lets out a hiss as Helena says, "What are you doing?!" The wounds seem to be clean
She shakes her hand, taking a bottle out of the pouch and handing it to them "Don't be a baby, drink this." They begin to stitch the wound back up.
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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.'
She opens her large mouth and devours it in a few bites. She licks her lips and fingers, grinning.
She closes her eyes again, her white hair falling around her. Her ears twitch a bit.
He takes more time eating, although he does quickly finish the dish of cheese fries. He cleans the area around his mouth of cheese "Mmm, that was good."
He summons his lute and begins to play quietly, slowly, methodically.
"Agreed, I need food. I feel like I'm starving."
She listens, watching him again. She smiles a bit.
*Sorry for disappearing.*
He puts some coins onto the counter, ordering them both drinks and second servings.
He has his eyes closed, feeling the notes he plays as they appear around them both by magic.
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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.'
In the forest outside the Inn, The Eyeless Traitor is blazing a path to a set objective. Deep claw marks in trees, broken branches, and stones sliced into pieces mark her path of destruction. After a while, she finds the place she was looking for- The Fell Manor. The place where it all began, way back when her former employer split soul from body in an attempt to live forever- though she doesn't know that last part.
She enters the building through the main set of doors (read: reduces the doors to wood chips and continues inside through the gaping hole left behind), and a few minutes later, reemerges with something cradled in her arms with as much carefulness as her new form can muster. She delicately sets the trinkets down outside- An old gramophone, some platinum silverware, and a stuffed plush of an otyugh: The only tangible things she ever liked about that place.
She shows no mercy to the rest of the manor.
Charlie themselves, no longer in human guise, is taking notes from a "safe" distance (as if any distance is safe from the Traitor). "...This next experiment seems very, very interesting."
After her work is done, all that remains of the Fell Manor is splinters and rubble. She sits on the grass near the few trinkets she saved, catching her breath.
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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)
The Tarnished and Helena are inside. Helena is fretting over his wounds.
A shorter woman (around 5'4) in all black leather attire and a plague doctor's mask walks over to them, the contents inside the pouches on their belt glowing a variety of colors as they begin to analyze their wounds. Their eyes hidden by the black tinted glass of the mask's built in goggles.
The wounds seem to be stitched up and magically healed partially.
She immediately takes out a knife and cuts the stitches, opening one of the wounds back up and looking to see if it was cleaned properly.
The Tarnished lets out a hiss as Helena says, "What are you doing?!" The wounds seem to be clean
She shakes her hand, taking a bottle out of the pouch and handing it to them "Don't be a baby, drink this." They begin to stitch the wound back up.
Helena watches, eyes narrowed. "Why the [1GP in the swear jar] did you undo his stitches!"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
In the forest outside the Inn, The Eyeless Traitor is blazing a path to a set objective. Deep claw marks in trees, broken branches, and stones sliced into pieces mark her path of destruction. After a while, she finds the place she was looking for- The Fell Manor. The place where it all began, way back when her former employer split soul from body in an attempt to live forever- though she doesn't know that last part.
She enters the building through the main set of doors (read: reduces the doors to wood chips and continues inside through the gaping hole left behind), and a few minutes later, reemerges with something cradled in her arms with as much carefulness as her new form can muster. She delicately sets the trinkets down outside- An old gramophone, some platinum silverware, and a stuffed plush of an otyugh: The only tangible things she ever liked about that place.
She shows no mercy to the rest of the manor.
Isaac's bird watches from above
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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
The Tarnished and Helena are inside. Helena is fretting over his wounds.
A shorter woman (around 5'4) in all black leather attire and a plague doctor's mask walks over to them, the contents inside the pouches on their belt glowing a variety of colors as they begin to analyze their wounds. Their eyes hidden by the black tinted glass of the mask's built in goggles.
The wounds seem to be stitched up and magically healed partially.
She immediately takes out a knife and cuts the stitches, opening one of the wounds back up and looking to see if it was cleaned properly.
The Tarnished lets out a hiss as Helena says, "What are you doing?!" The wounds seem to be clean
She shakes her hand, taking a bottle out of the pouch and handing it to them "Don't be a baby, drink this." They begin to stitch the wound back up.
Helena watches, eyes narrowed. "Why the [1GP in the swear jar] did you undo his stitches!"
She doesn't even turn her head "Because I'm making sure that these are done properly. Do you have a medical degree?" She begins to heal the wounds. Healing:22
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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.'
Charlie themselves, no longer in human guise, is taking notes from a "safe" distance (as if any distance is safe from the Traitor). "...This next experiment seems very, very interesting."
After her work is done, all that remains of the Fell Manor is splinters and rubble. She sits on the grass near the few trinkets she saved, catching her breath.
Charlie approaches the Eyeless Traitor, their soft, white clothes flowing voluminously in the wind. "On a scale of one to 10, how satisfactory would you say that your spectral match is?"
Charlie themselves, no longer in human guise, is taking notes from a "safe" distance (as if any distance is safe from the Traitor). "...This next experiment seems very, very interesting."
After her work is done, all that remains of the Fell Manor is splinters and rubble. She sits on the grass near the few trinkets she saved, catching her breath.
Charlie approaches the Eyeless Traitor, their soft, white clothes flowing voluminously in the wind. "On a scale of one to 10, how satisfactory would you say that your spectral match is?"
She looks over at Charlie, her glowing light 'eyes' holding a smile that the void that was her face cannot convey. "It's... amazing. Easily a 9, maybe a 10. I can't thank you enough."
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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)
The Tarnished and Helena are inside. Helena is fretting over his wounds.
A shorter woman (around 5'4) in all black leather attire and a plague doctor's mask walks over to them, the contents inside the pouches on their belt glowing a variety of colors as they begin to analyze their wounds. Their eyes hidden by the black tinted glass of the mask's built in goggles.
The wounds seem to be stitched up and magically healed partially.
She immediately takes out a knife and cuts the stitches, opening one of the wounds back up and looking to see if it was cleaned properly.
The Tarnished lets out a hiss as Helena says, "What are you doing?!" The wounds seem to be clean
She shakes her hand, taking a bottle out of the pouch and handing it to them "Don't be a baby, drink this." They begin to stitch the wound back up.
Helena watches, eyes narrowed. "Why the [1GP in the swear jar] did you undo his stitches!"
She doesn't even turn her head "Because I'm making sure that these are done properly. Do you have a medical degree?" She begins to heal the wounds. Healing:22
The Tarnished looks ticked off as she heals the wounds. "No im not! But you should at least ask before doing this stuff to people!" Helena protests
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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
The Tarnished and Helena are inside. Helena is fretting over his wounds.
A shorter woman (around 5'4) in all black leather attire and a plague doctor's mask walks over to them, the contents inside the pouches on their belt glowing a variety of colors as they begin to analyze their wounds. Their eyes hidden by the black tinted glass of the mask's built in goggles.
The wounds seem to be stitched up and magically healed partially.
She immediately takes out a knife and cuts the stitches, opening one of the wounds back up and looking to see if it was cleaned properly.
The Tarnished lets out a hiss as Helena says, "What are you doing?!" The wounds seem to be clean
She shakes her hand, taking a bottle out of the pouch and handing it to them "Don't be a baby, drink this." They begin to stitch the wound back up.
Helena watches, eyes narrowed. "Why the [1GP in the swear jar] did you undo his stitches!"
She doesn't even turn her head "Because I'm making sure that these are done properly. Do you have a medical degree?" She begins to heal the wounds. Healing:22
The Tarnished looks ticked off as she heals the wounds. "No im not! But you should at least ask before doing this stuff to people!" Helena protests
"No I shouldn't, would you rather me ask permission and them be dead, or not and they live? Permission doesn't matter when you're saving lives." She continues to heal the remaining wounds with expert care. Healing:16
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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.'
Charlie themselves, no longer in human guise, is taking notes from a "safe" distance (as if any distance is safe from the Traitor). "...This next experiment seems very, very interesting."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
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
*Woooooooooooo -hands in the air-*
*Wee woo wee woo wee woo! (pretending to be a police siren)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She shakes her hand, taking a bottle out of the pouch and handing it to them "Don't be a baby, drink this." They begin to stitch the wound back up.
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 really sorry for vanishing, I'm back now. If anyone wants to rp, I'll be here.*
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.)
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.)
After her work is done, all that remains of the Fell Manor is splinters and rubble. She sits on the grass near the few trinkets she saved, catching her breath.
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)
Helena watches, eyes narrowed. "Why the [1GP in the swear jar] did you undo his stitches!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Isaac's bird watches from above
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
She doesn't even turn her head "Because I'm making sure that these are done properly. Do you have a medical degree?" She begins to heal the wounds. Healing:22
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.)
Charlie approaches the Eyeless Traitor, their soft, white clothes flowing voluminously in the wind. "On a scale of one to 10, how satisfactory would you say that your spectral match is?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She looks over at Charlie, her glowing light 'eyes' holding a smile that the void that was her face cannot convey. "It's... amazing. Easily a 9, maybe a 10. I can't thank you enough."
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 Tarnished looks ticked off as she heals the wounds. "No im not! But you should at least ask before doing this stuff to people!" Helena protests
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*A dog barked at me so I barked at it.*
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
(hi Lawrence)
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
*hiya moonie :]*
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
*Why yes. The correct thing to do*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No I shouldn't, would you rather me ask permission and them be dead, or not and they live? Permission doesn't matter when you're saving lives." She continues to heal the remaining wounds with expert care. Healing:16
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.)
*Hello again, you made the right choice.*
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.)