They hear the sound of rustling nearby, not anything adult, something child sized, teenage at the largest.
It 'looks' towards the noise, though it has no eyes
The sound walks out towards them, a child in green pants, matching green boots, and a white t shirt. The kid radiates strength despite looking to be rather scrawny.
the creature lets out a hiss, before speaking in a womans voice, "Do not disturb my meal."
They beam a smile "Hello, I'm sorry, I just want to watch." They sit down next to them, still smiling.
Allison is in the market, buying some herbs. She hears sobbing and looks around.
Stroth looks over at Paracelsus, confused as all hell but kinda intrigued.
Julian, after hearing the shot, is looking around to see who died, a shotgun in hand.
They find the Jester, clawing at the mask on their face, a sickle and dagger on the ground in front of them, covered in blood.
They look at Stroth through the black tilted glasses of the mask, twisting a gauge "Do you want to be part of an experiment?"
They find the bandana wearing criminal, taking the gold the person had on them.
Allison blinks, her body moving on her own. She drops down beside him, checking him over to see if he is the one bleeding.
"For what?" She asks, tilting her head.
Julian watches for a moment, blinking, backing up.
They see the corpse, and understand why he's crying as he tries to take the mask off but can't. He sees her, and the tears only grow "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."
"For science of course." She says madly, cackling.
They step on a fallen tree branch and the Highwayman turns, drawing his gun "Not this again."
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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.'
Allison is in the market, buying some herbs. She hears sobbing and looks around.
Stroth looks over at Paracelsus, confused as all hell but kinda intrigued.
Julian, after hearing the shot, is looking around to see who died, a shotgun in hand.
They find the Jester, clawing at the mask on their face, a sickle and dagger on the ground in front of them, covered in blood.
They look at Stroth through the black tilted glasses of the mask, twisting a gauge "Do you want to be part of an experiment?"
They find the bandana wearing criminal, taking the gold the person had on them.
Allison blinks, her body moving on her own. She drops down beside him, checking him over to see if he is the one bleeding.
"For what?" She asks, tilting her head.
Julian watches for a moment, blinking, backing up.
They see the corpse, and understand why he's crying as he tries to take the mask off but can't. He sees her, and the tears only grow "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."
"For science of course." She says madly, cackling.
They step on a fallen tree branch and the Highwayman turns, drawing his gun "Not this again."
"Hey hey, it's okay. It's okay." She hugs him, helping him to his feet.
"I understand that but what are you experimenting?"
Julian raises his hands "Hey man, no need for that."
Sparrow has finished his workout, and is wandering around town with his beautiful horse, Shadow.
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.)
She see's a very dirty trailer sitting out front of the tavern, a man sitting on the front steps of the trailer. He is eating fried chicken.
Stroth runs over to him "In a way... can you kill me."
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
Stealth for KK: 22
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)
It choffs, but continues eating the body
Spirits win.
The Hunters get frustrated and smash a lot of things before they leave.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Nick wraps their arms around his waist.
Nearby is a man with shattered armor, his helmet halfway broken and he is bleeding. He is cradling a woman who is injured.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They see the corpse, and understand why he's crying as he tries to take the mask off but can't. He sees her, and the tears only grow "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."
"For science of course." She says madly, cackling.
They step on a fallen tree branch and the Highwayman turns, drawing his gun "Not this again."
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.)
*Wendi do you wanna rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rio decides to follow the two, thinking of some hilarious brutalities he could wreak on them.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Yeah. They are kid. And they suck."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hey hey, it's okay. It's okay." She hugs him, helping him to his feet.
"I understand that but what are you experimenting?"
Julian raises his hands "Hey man, no need for that."
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
*Sure. I got Julian, Stroth, and Allison.*
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
A while after the Hunters leave- long enough to make sure they're not still here- KK speaks up.
"I think we're safe. Sounds like they got bored and left."
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)
*don’t make me hungrier than I already am*
Loriche looks at the man for a bit before continuing to gather brush.
“Sure, how would you prefer it done?” He asks completely calmly.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Suddenly, he is beside her. He hands her some brush, nodding.
"I don't know. Nothing makes sense anymore."
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
*Kk, I'll do Allison and stroth*
The Tarnished is sitting near a river with shattered armor, his helmet halfway broken and he is bleeding. He is cradling Helena who is injured.
Theren is kneeling by Hearthstones grave, placing lilacs over it.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Oh, thanks. I’m Loriche.” She offers him a handshake.
“Well that’s a different problem. What happened?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Allison, who smells the blood, looks around, finding them.
Stroth giggles madly and waves a hand, the flowers suddenly dying.
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
The Tarnished looks up at her. "Save...her..." he mumbles.
Theren looks up at them, eyes hollow
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Julian." He nods, shaking her hand. He sips the mysterious liquid inside his cup.
"I think I am feeling emotions. I don't know anymore." She paces back and forth.
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