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
He sees Charlie making a presentation to a bunch of paranormal entities, undead of many kinds. Sparrow recognizes them as Spectres, horrible spirits created from mortals who died while cursed, all ranging from Manifestation Levels 1-5 (imagine each level being the equivalent of about 4 CR). Charlie themselves is a 6 or 7, and is trying to rally all of them together for the purpose of... helping families pay for proper funerals, something desperately needed given the amount of killing that goes on around here on a regular basis.
At first he reaches for Rosemary, planning to empty out the Spectres here, knowing how much trouble they can be, but when he hears that they plan to help people of their own volition he stops, leaning against a tree and watching silently, keeping his bandana up to avoid being recognized, just watching for now.
One of the Spectres, a Manifestation Level 5, steps up and begins to rant at Charlie. "You think we're just gonna do what you say? I have at least 60 ML3 Ghouls with ambitions of their own, and more importantly, guns. I don't know what you're on about with this whole 'reform' thing, but the world aint' changing, so neither are we. You're a moron, and the Sovereign was right to drop y-"
The rabbit Spectre's entire torso splits open vertically, revealing a bright pink portal framed by teeth. Chains of dark energy burst out, wrapping around the ML5 and pulling them in, clawing and screaming before the trap is snapped shut, leaving their severed arm behind. The others cower in fear at the sudden devouring. Charlie wipes the ectoplasmic saliva from their chest. "If anyone doesn't want to join, I'm happy to let you go. But do not speak to me as such. That said, any questions?"
*Btw my new character is combat ready if you wanna test that*
Theren is shakily looking over the rubble that once was a stone golem.
Phoenix is asleep and muttering and twitching.
The Tarnished is asleep and Helena is watching over him.
-new character intro-
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood.
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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.
He sees Charlie making a presentation to a bunch of paranormal entities, undead of many kinds. Sparrow recognizes them as Spectres, horrible spirits created from mortals who died while cursed, all ranging from Manifestation Levels 1-5 (imagine each level being the equivalent of about 4 CR). Charlie themselves is a 6 or 7, and is trying to rally all of them together for the purpose of... helping families pay for proper funerals, something desperately needed given the amount of killing that goes on around here on a regular basis.
At first he reaches for Rosemary, planning to empty out the Spectres here, knowing how much trouble they can be, but when he hears that they plan to help people of their own volition he stops, leaning against a tree and watching silently, keeping his bandana up to avoid being recognized, just watching for now.
One of the Spectres, a Manifestation Level 5, steps up and begins to rant at Charlie. "You think we're just gonna do what you say? I have at least 60 ML3 Ghouls with ambitions of their own, and more importantly, guns. I don't know what you're on about with this whole 'reform' thing, but the world aint' changing, so neither are we. You're a moron, and the Sovereign was right to drop y-"
The rabbit Spectre's entire torso splits open vertically, revealing a bright pink portal framed by teeth. Chains of dark energy burst out, wrapping around the ML5 and pulling them in, clawing and screaming before the trap is snapped shut, leaving their severed arm behind. The others cower in fear at the sudden devouring. Charlie wipes the ectoplasmic saliva from their chest. "If anyone doesn't want to join, I'm happy to let you go. But do not speak to me as such. That said, any questions?"
Sparrow raises a hand "I've got a question, if you're willin' to take it. Do ya really think these cowardly Spectas won't betray ya at the first chance they get? Threatenin' them doesn't make a sustainable work force. Say, if I put a bullet into your head, I doubt anyone here would waste a second even tryin' to avenge you." He spins Rosemary in one hand "After all, I could kill you all with little issue. Oh I haven't introduced myself." He tips his hat, revealing his eyes "Sparrow Valentine, Supernatural hunter."
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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.'
*Mornin'! Did you see the short story I posted earlier?*
A business card has been placed into the pages. Charlie Pickler's. Written in pen are the words: "Looking for something? Call me!" with an arrow pointing to the summoning sigil printed on the card.
*Yes I did! It's very impressive- I love seeing how you write building suspense!*
Kiko picks up the card, curious about how it got there. She thinks about it for a moment: She wants to go home and be back to her old self, but she hadn't the faintest clue of how- at least, until now. Taking the first metaphorical helping hand that reaches down to aid her, she inspects the summoning sigil on the card.
*Thank you! I'm planning on making my first one-shot Manga based a bit off of it. The story will be about 20 pages long, if I can stretch it out that much.*
It resembles an ancient prison design viewed from above with teeth around the edges. It is oddly simple and clear despite how complex that initially sounds. Clearly custom-made for business. This type of sigil, according to the pages it was stuck between in this book on magical transportation, allows the user to see and move through it if the symbol is created out of a material appropriate for the creature who it is tied to. As the card specifies that this being is a Spectre, blood, bone dust, or even phantasmal ectoplasm will work well. The sigil on the card is also slightly indented, so she could theoretically just smear the chosen substance on it.
*Mornin'! Did you see the short story I posted earlier?*
A business card has been placed into the pages. Charlie Pickler's. Written in pen are the words: "Looking for something? Call me!" with an arrow pointing to the summoning sigil printed on the card.
*Yes I did! It's very impressive- I love seeing how you write building suspense!*
Kiko picks up the card, curious about how it got there. She thinks about it for a moment: She wants to go home and be back to her old self, but she hadn't the faintest clue of how- at least, until now. Taking the first metaphorical helping hand that reaches down to aid her, she inspects the summoning sigil on the card.
*Thank you! I'm planning on making my first one-shot Manga based a bit off of it. The story will be about 20 pages long, if I can stretch it out that much.*
It resembles an ancient prison design viewed from above with teeth around the edges. It is oddly simple and clear despite how complex that initially sounds. Clearly custom-made for business. This type of sigil, according to the pages it was stuck between in this book on magical transportation, allows the user to see and move through it if the symbol is created out of a material appropriate for the creature who it is tied to. As the card specifies that this being is a Spectre, blood, bone dust, or even phantasmal ectoplasm will work well. The sigil on the card is also slightly indented, so she could theoretically just smear the chosen substance on it.
*That sounds really cool! Here's hoping the project goes well!*
"Okay... seems simple enough... I think I just..." She produces the pencil she was using to write notes, pricking the inky pseudopod functioning as her hand with it and leaving a few drops of shadowy ichor on the sigil.
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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)
One of the Spectres, a Manifestation Level 5, steps up and begins to rant at Charlie. "You think we're just gonna do what you say? I have at least 60 ML3 Ghouls with ambitions of their own, and more importantly, guns. I don't know what you're on about with this whole 'reform' thing, but the world aint' changing, so neither are we. You're a moron, and the Sovereign was right to drop y-"
The rabbit Spectre's entire torso splits open vertically, revealing a bright pink portal framed by teeth. Chains of dark energy burst out, wrapping around the ML5 and pulling them in, clawing and screaming before the trap is snapped shut, leaving their severed arm behind. The others cower in fear at the sudden devouring. Charlie wipes the ectoplasmic saliva from their chest. "If anyone doesn't want to join, I'm happy to let you go. But do not speak to me as such. That said, any questions?"
Sparrow raises a hand "I've got a question, if you're willin' to take it. Do ya really think these cowardly Spectas won't betray ya at the first chance they get? Threatenin' them doesn't make a sustainable work force. Say, if I put a bullet into your head, I doubt anyone here would waste a second even tryin' to avenge you." He spins Rosemary in one hand "After all, I could kill you all with little issue. Oh I haven't introduced myself." He tips his hat, revealing his eyes "Sparrow Valentine, Supernatural hunter."
"Unlike most of you hunters, Mr. Valentine, I don't have to rely on threats or violence to get my job done. I can pay them in things far more valuable than money, and they know this. But they also know that I am not someone to be taunted and disrespected with such extremely sore subjects. And, furthermore, do I look like the type of being that could easily get employees of non-spectral status? With those of your profession being so common and fearsome, no one would dare associate with my kind."
The other Spectres have begun to fade away, wanting to be anywhere but here.
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
*Thank you! I'm planning on making my first one-shot Manga based a bit off of it. The story will be about 20 pages long, if I can stretch it out that much.*
It resembles an ancient prison design viewed from above with teeth around the edges. It is oddly simple and clear despite how complex that initially sounds. Clearly custom-made for business. This type of sigil, according to the pages it was stuck between in this book on magical transportation, allows the user to see and move through it if the symbol is created out of a material appropriate for the creature who it is tied to. As the card specifies that this being is a Spectre, blood, bone dust, or even phantasmal ectoplasm will work well. The sigil on the card is also slightly indented, so she could theoretically just smear the chosen substance on it.
*That sounds really cool! Here's hoping the project goes well!*
"Okay... seems simple enough... I think I just..." She produces the pencil she was using to write notes, pricking the inky pseudopod functioning as her hand with it and leaving a few drops of shadowy ichor on the sigil.
The sigil seems to shiver and break open, dark, crackling energy spreading out over the ground. A sort of one-way portal from the Spirit World. It looks almost like a large puddle, but if it reflected a different world instead of the one we see each day. The rabbit Spectre sits on the other side, facing toward Kiko. "Hello there. Did you say you needed help? I would be glad to do whatever I can."
One of the Spectres, a Manifestation Level 5, steps up and begins to rant at Charlie. "You think we're just gonna do what you say? I have at least 60 ML3 Ghouls with ambitions of their own, and more importantly, guns. I don't know what you're on about with this whole 'reform' thing, but the world aint' changing, so neither are we. You're a moron, and the Sovereign was right to drop y-"
The rabbit Spectre's entire torso splits open vertically, revealing a bright pink portal framed by teeth. Chains of dark energy burst out, wrapping around the ML5 and pulling them in, clawing and screaming before the trap is snapped shut, leaving their severed arm behind. The others cower in fear at the sudden devouring. Charlie wipes the ectoplasmic saliva from their chest. "If anyone doesn't want to join, I'm happy to let you go. But do not speak to me as such. That said, any questions?"
Sparrow raises a hand "I've got a question, if you're willin' to take it. Do ya really think these cowardly Spectas won't betray ya at the first chance they get? Threatenin' them doesn't make a sustainable work force. Say, if I put a bullet into your head, I doubt anyone here would waste a second even tryin' to avenge you." He spins Rosemary in one hand "After all, I could kill you all with little issue. Oh I haven't introduced myself." He tips his hat, revealing his eyes "Sparrow Valentine, Supernatural hunter."
"Unlike most of you hunters, Mr. Valentine, I don't have to rely on threats or violence to get my job done. I can pay them in things far more valuable than money, and they know this. But they also know that I am not someone to be taunted and disrespected with such extremely sore subjects. And, furthermore, do I look like the type of being that could easily get employees of non-spectral status? With those of your profession being so common and fearsome, no one would dare associate with my kind."
The other Spectres have begun to fade away, wanting to be anywhere but here.
He holds up a finger to Charlie "My apologies sir, I've got somethin' to say to your employees." He looks to the one's fading away "Any of y'all who leave'll have to deal with me huntin' you down, and as your employer might well know, I ain't someone you would want huntin' you down. Either stay beside your boss, or I'll take the time to kill ya a second time over." He says calmly and coldly before turning back "Anyway, as you were sayin' you seem like the type who wouldn't take bull[gp]. You also seem to have good intentions, so I ain't going to take the time exterminatin' you."
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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 wanna do some combat to test my new character so here he is*
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
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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.
The Traitor is birdwatching, but also keeping an eye out for other people.
Isaac goes over to them "hello"
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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
*Thank you! I'm planning on making my first one-shot Manga based a bit off of it. The story will be about 20 pages long, if I can stretch it out that much.*
It resembles an ancient prison design viewed from above with teeth around the edges. It is oddly simple and clear despite how complex that initially sounds. Clearly custom-made for business. This type of sigil, according to the pages it was stuck between in this book on magical transportation, allows the user to see and move through it if the symbol is created out of a material appropriate for the creature who it is tied to. As the card specifies that this being is a Spectre, blood, bone dust, or even phantasmal ectoplasm will work well. The sigil on the card is also slightly indented, so she could theoretically just smear the chosen substance on it.
*That sounds really cool! Here's hoping the project goes well!*
"Okay... seems simple enough... I think I just..." She produces the pencil she was using to write notes, pricking the inky pseudopod functioning as her hand with it and leaving a few drops of shadowy ichor on the sigil.
The sigil seems to shiver and break open, dark, crackling energy spreading out over the ground. A sort of one-way portal from the Spirit World. It looks almost like a large puddle, but if it reflected a different world instead of the one we see each day. The rabbit Spectre sits on the other side, facing toward Kiko. "Hello there. Did you say you needed help? I would be glad to do whatever I can."
Kiko looks back through the portal, her numerous eyes scanning what's ocurring on the other side. Charlie can probably sense something vaguely reminiscent of the Traitor in her appearance- as though she was using the discarded parts left behind from the Traitor's transformation as her own, like a hermit crab clinging to a discarded shell.
"Hello. I'm... I'm trying to get back home to my own world, and back to my old self, but I don't know how. Is there some way you can help? I'm not familiar with... well, with anything magical, really."
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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)
*Does anyone wanna rp..?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(sure :> )
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
One of the Spectres, a Manifestation Level 5, steps up and begins to rant at Charlie. "You think we're just gonna do what you say? I have at least 60 ML3 Ghouls with ambitions of their own, and more importantly, guns. I don't know what you're on about with this whole 'reform' thing, but the world aint' changing, so neither are we. You're a moron, and the Sovereign was right to drop y-"
The rabbit Spectre's entire torso splits open vertically, revealing a bright pink portal framed by teeth. Chains of dark energy burst out, wrapping around the ML5 and pulling them in, clawing and screaming before the trap is snapped shut, leaving their severed arm behind. The others cower in fear at the sudden devouring. Charlie wipes the ectoplasmic saliva from their chest. "If anyone doesn't want to join, I'm happy to let you go. But do not speak to me as such. That said, any questions?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Btw my new character is combat ready if you wanna test that*
Theren is shakily looking over the rubble that once was a stone golem.
Phoenix is asleep and muttering and twitching.
The Tarnished is asleep and Helena is watching over him.
-new character intro-
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Baal! I have a question!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sparrow raises a hand "I've got a question, if you're willin' to take it. Do ya really think these cowardly Spectas won't betray ya at the first chance they get? Threatenin' them doesn't make a sustainable work force. Say, if I put a bullet into your head, I doubt anyone here would waste a second even tryin' to avenge you." He spins Rosemary in one hand "After all, I could kill you all with little issue. Oh I haven't introduced myself." He tips his hat, revealing his eyes "Sparrow Valentine, Supernatural hunter."
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.)
*Thank you! I'm planning on making my first one-shot Manga based a bit off of it. The story will be about 20 pages long, if I can stretch it out that much.*
It resembles an ancient prison design viewed from above with teeth around the edges. It is oddly simple and clear despite how complex that initially sounds. Clearly custom-made for business. This type of sigil, according to the pages it was stuck between in this book on magical transportation, allows the user to see and move through it if the symbol is created out of a material appropriate for the creature who it is tied to. As the card specifies that this being is a Spectre, blood, bone dust, or even phantasmal ectoplasm will work well. The sigil on the card is also slightly indented, so she could theoretically just smear the chosen substance on it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That sounds really cool! Here's hoping the project goes well!*
"Okay... seems simple enough... I think I just..." She produces the pencil she was using to write notes, pricking the inky pseudopod functioning as her hand with it and leaving a few drops of shadowy ichor on the sigil.
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)
"Unlike most of you hunters, Mr. Valentine, I don't have to rely on threats or violence to get my job done. I can pay them in things far more valuable than money, and they know this. But they also know that I am not someone to be taunted and disrespected with such extremely sore subjects. And, furthermore, do I look like the type of being that could easily get employees of non-spectral status? With those of your profession being so common and fearsome, no one would dare associate with my kind."
The other Spectres have begun to fade away, wanting to be anywhere but here.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(you want to rp Yvonne)
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
*Sounds fun!*
The Seer is slowly rebuilding their manor.
The Traitor is birdwatching, but also keeping an eye out for other people.
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 sigil seems to shiver and break open, dark, crackling energy spreading out over the ground. A sort of one-way portal from the Spirit World. It looks almost like a large puddle, but if it reflected a different world instead of the one we see each day. The rabbit Spectre sits on the other side, facing toward Kiko. "Hello there. Did you say you needed help? I would be glad to do whatever I can."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He holds up a finger to Charlie "My apologies sir, I've got somethin' to say to your employees." He looks to the one's fading away "Any of y'all who leave'll have to deal with me huntin' you down, and as your employer might well know, I ain't someone you would want huntin' you down. Either stay beside your boss, or I'll take the time to kill ya a second time over." He says calmly and coldly before turning back "Anyway, as you were sayin' you seem like the type who wouldn't take bull[gp]. You also seem to have good intentions, so I ain't going to take the time exterminatin' you."
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 wanna do some combat to test my new character so here he is*
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood. He is humming to himself, kicking a rock down the path
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Isaac goes over to them "hello"
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 wild Jobah appeared*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Kiko looks back through the portal, her numerous eyes scanning what's ocurring on the other side. Charlie can probably sense something vaguely reminiscent of the Traitor in her appearance- as though she was using the discarded parts left behind from the Traitor's transformation as her own, like a hermit crab clinging to a discarded shell.
"Hello. I'm... I'm trying to get back home to my own world, and back to my old self, but I don't know how. Is there some way you can help? I'm not familiar with... well, with anything magical, really."
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 looks over at him with her void of a face, the light 'eyes' within growing a touch brighter. "Oh, hello again! How have you been?"
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)
*[Chucks Master ball.]*
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.)
*[suplexes]*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.