“Ah, the marvel of English cuisine. Are you from the UK too?”
He nods. "Yeah, born and raised."
“Neat. Technically, my surname is from Cambridgeshire, but I have mostly French and Italian ancestors and I was born in Canada.”
*I made a new character. I'm very happy with him*
Phoenix chuckles as he takes out the gingersnaps. "Sounds like a hodgepodge of ancestry."
*Radical*
“Also a little bit of Armenian… but I digress. ‘Course, that’s more a locative distinction than one of direct ethnic origin… anyway, those look amazing.” He gestures to the biscuits.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Ah, the marvel of English cuisine. Are you from the UK too?”
He nods. "Yeah, born and raised."
“Neat. Technically, my surname is from Cambridgeshire, but I have mostly French and Italian ancestors and I was born in Canada.”
*I made a new character. I'm very happy with him*
Phoenix chuckles as he takes out the gingersnaps. "Sounds like a hodgepodge of ancestry."
*Radical*
“Also a little bit of Armenian… but I digress. ‘Course, that’s more a locative distinction than one of direct ethnic origin… anyway, those look amazing.” He gestures to the biscuits.
*Yeah. He's a priest.*
"Thanks." he says with a smile. "I followed my Nan's recipe to a T."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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
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
*I created a new character but idk how I feel about him now*
(I get that)
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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
Traitor is back to tearing the rest of that one abandoned house from a few scenes ago to wood chips.
KK is in her studio, revising her lyrics.
The Seer is probably off somewhere cackling maniacally or monologuing to stormy skies in true villainous fashion. Her corruption is spreading a little more, reaching near the edge of the forest.
Isaac knocks on the door
The Seer hears the quiet buzzing of propellers behind her
After a few seconds of what sounds like many, many locking mechanisms being unlocked, opens the door and pokes her head through the gap. "Hi Isaac! How are you doing?"
She doesn't turn around, eyes opening from the surrounding shadows to look for the source of the sound in her stead.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
Walking through the woods on a path, headed towards town is an older man. He has brown hair with a bit of gray creeping in, light blue eyes, and fair skin. He is dressed in a nice, long coat and pants and he wears gloves over his hands. He hums to himself as a cross on a chain swings from his neck. His nice boots crunch on the fallen leaves, he tightens his gloves over his hands. He sniffs the air, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Demon filth..."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Traitor is back to tearing the rest of that one abandoned house from a few scenes ago to wood chips.
KK is in her studio, revising her lyrics.
The Seer is probably off somewhere cackling maniacally or monologuing to stormy skies in true villainous fashion. Her corruption is spreading a little more, reaching near the edge of the forest.
Isaac knocks on the door
The Seer hears the quiet buzzing of propellers behind her
After a few seconds of what sounds like many, many locking mechanisms being unlocked, opens the door and pokes her head through the gap. "Hi Isaac! How are you doing?"
She doesn't turn around, eyes opening from the surrounding shadows to look for the source of the sound in her stead.
(sorry for missing this)
"I'm doing well. how many locks do you need?"
A small spherical drone hovers behind her
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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
Walking through the woods on a path, headed towards town is an older man. He has brown hair with a bit of gray creeping in, light blue eyes, and fair skin. He is dressed in a nice, long coat and pants and he wears gloves over his hands. He hums to himself as a cross on a chain swings from his neck. His nice boots crunch on the fallen leaves, he tightens his gloves over his hands. He sniffs the air, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Demon filth..."
The Traitor lurks nearby, skulking about the forest. She hears the man walking and decides to go over and investigate, sticking to the shadows to avoid being seen. While not quite demonic in nature, there is something... paranormal about the aura around them: Something eldritch and haunted at the same time.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
Walking through the woods on a path, headed towards town is an older man. He has brown hair with a bit of gray creeping in, light blue eyes, and fair skin. He is dressed in a nice, long coat and pants and he wears gloves over his hands. He hums to himself as a cross on a chain swings from his neck. His nice boots crunch on the fallen leaves, he tightens his gloves over his hands. He sniffs the air, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Demon filth..."
The Traitor lurks nearby, skulking about the forest. She hears the man walking and decides to go over and investigate, sticking to the shadows to avoid being seen. While not quite demonic in nature, there is something... paranormal about the aura around them: Something eldritch and haunted at the same time.
The Priest looks around, sensing the aura. "Come on out. I wont hurt you." he says softly
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Traitor is back to tearing the rest of that one abandoned house from a few scenes ago to wood chips.
KK is in her studio, revising her lyrics.
The Seer is probably off somewhere cackling maniacally or monologuing to stormy skies in true villainous fashion. Her corruption is spreading a little more, reaching near the edge of the forest.
Isaac knocks on the door
The Seer hears the quiet buzzing of propellers behind her
After a few seconds of what sounds like many, many locking mechanisms being unlocked, opens the door and pokes her head through the gap. "Hi Isaac! How are you doing?"
She doesn't turn around, eyes opening from the surrounding shadows to look for the source of the sound in her stead.
(sorry for missing this)
"I'm doing well. how many locks do you need?"
A small spherical drone hovers behind her
*It's all good, friend.*
"I'm doing alright. Keeping busy. And until the Hunters stop being a constantly looming threat, as many locks as I can get."
She now turns around to face the drone, a curious look on her face. "Now, what have we here?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
Walking through the woods on a path, headed towards town is an older man. He has brown hair with a bit of gray creeping in, light blue eyes, and fair skin. He is dressed in a nice, long coat and pants and he wears gloves over his hands. He hums to himself as a cross on a chain swings from his neck. His nice boots crunch on the fallen leaves, he tightens his gloves over his hands. He sniffs the air, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Demon filth..."
The Traitor lurks nearby, skulking about the forest. She hears the man walking and decides to go over and investigate, sticking to the shadows to avoid being seen. While not quite demonic in nature, there is something... paranormal about the aura around them: Something eldritch and haunted at the same time.
The Priest looks around, sensing the aura. "Come on out. I wont hurt you." he says softly
After a second, she emerges from the forest. She looks back at the Priest with her luminous stand-ins for actual eyes, not saying anything.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
Walking through the woods on a path, headed towards town is an older man. He has brown hair with a bit of gray creeping in, light blue eyes, and fair skin. He is dressed in a nice, long coat and pants and he wears gloves over his hands. He hums to himself as a cross on a chain swings from his neck. His nice boots crunch on the fallen leaves, he tightens his gloves over his hands. He sniffs the air, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Demon filth..."
The Traitor lurks nearby, skulking about the forest. She hears the man walking and decides to go over and investigate, sticking to the shadows to avoid being seen. While not quite demonic in nature, there is something... paranormal about the aura around them: Something eldritch and haunted at the same time.
The Priest looks around, sensing the aura. "Come on out. I wont hurt you." he says softly
After a second, she emerges from the forest. She looks back at the Priest with her luminous stand-ins for actual eyes, not saying anything.
*If shes within 60ft he can see her true form due to truesight.*
He titles his head. "What happened to you, child.."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Walking through the woods on a path, headed towards town is an older man. He has brown hair with a bit of gray creeping in, light blue eyes, and fair skin. He is dressed in a nice, long coat and pants and he wears gloves over his hands. He hums to himself as a cross on a chain swings from his neck. His nice boots crunch on the fallen leaves, he tightens his gloves over his hands. He sniffs the air, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Demon filth..."
Isaac is sitting on a stump watching his bird hop around on the forest floor
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 several dozen pep rallies I was forced to attend in my high school tenure did nothing but worsen my existing hearing condition. If you can, run.*
“Sorry to disturb. I thought we could perhaps discuss the extraplanar sources of necrotic effects today, but if you’re busy I understand.”
“I have lots of names! None of them important.” He grins. “Call me whatever you like.”
*Same, now that I'm back nothing has changed other than my hearing growing worse.*
She fully opens the door, revealing she isn't in her usual outside plague doctor's outfit, simply in her work pajamas "Oh of course professor, I love a good discussion."
He tilts his head, wiping away the tears "I would prefer to know your name, any of them, but that's fine. Just call me the Jester."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
Walking through the woods on a path, headed towards town is an older man. He has brown hair with a bit of gray creeping in, light blue eyes, and fair skin. He is dressed in a nice, long coat and pants and he wears gloves over his hands. He hums to himself as a cross on a chain swings from his neck. His nice boots crunch on the fallen leaves, he tightens his gloves over his hands. He sniffs the air, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Demon filth..."
The Traitor lurks nearby, skulking about the forest. She hears the man walking and decides to go over and investigate, sticking to the shadows to avoid being seen. While not quite demonic in nature, there is something... paranormal about the aura around them: Something eldritch and haunted at the same time.
The Priest looks around, sensing the aura. "Come on out. I wont hurt you." he says softly
After a second, she emerges from the forest. She looks back at the Priest with her luminous stand-ins for actual eyes, not saying anything.
*If shes within 60ft he can see her true form due to truesight.*
He titles his head. "What happened to you, child.."
*I'm actually not sure if truesight would be enough, what with the nature of her curse. For the sake of keeping things consistent, though, I'll just say she's in direct sunlight so her powers aren't working.*
She crouches down a bit to be eye-level with the man, tilting up her hat a touch to not have it impede her vision. This also lets him see the empty void where her face should be- well, empty except for her 'eyes'.
"A lot of things, really. It's a long story."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
*Okay, I'm back from my pep rally. Do any of you want to roleplay? If so I'll just get the intros I already made, that is unless you want someone other than Sparrow, Thane, Damian, Paracelsus, or Rowan.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 made a new character. I'm very happy with him*
Phoenix chuckles as he takes out the gingersnaps. "Sounds like a hodgepodge of ancestry."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Radical*
“Also a little bit of Armenian… but I digress. ‘Course, that’s more a locative distinction than one of direct ethnic origin… anyway, those look amazing.” He gestures to the biscuits.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yeah. He's a priest.*
"Thanks." he says with a smile. "I followed my Nan's recipe to a T."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(how are you doing)
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
*Fine ig*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(what's up)
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
*I created a new character but idk how I feel about him now*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(I get that)
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
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)
*Imma try to reintro*
Walking through the woods on a path, headed towards town is an older man. He has brown hair with a bit of gray creeping in, light blue eyes, and fair skin. He is dressed in a nice, long coat and pants and he wears gloves over his hands. He hums to himself as a cross on a chain swings from his neck. His nice boots crunch on the fallen leaves, he tightens his gloves over his hands. He sniffs the air, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Demon filth..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(sorry for missing this)
"I'm doing well. how many locks do you need?"
A small spherical drone hovers behind her
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 Traitor lurks nearby, skulking about the forest. She hears the man walking and decides to go over and investigate, sticking to the shadows to avoid being seen. While not quite demonic in nature, there is something... paranormal about the aura around them: Something eldritch and haunted at the same time.
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 Priest looks around, sensing the aura. "Come on out. I wont hurt you." he says softly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*It's all good, friend.*
"I'm doing alright. Keeping busy. And until the Hunters stop being a constantly looming threat, as many locks as I can get."
She now turns around to face the drone, a curious look on her face. "Now, what have we 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)
After a second, she emerges from the forest. She looks back at the Priest with her luminous stand-ins for actual eyes, not saying anything.
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)
*If shes within 60ft he can see her true form due to truesight.*
He titles his head. "What happened to you, child.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Isaac is sitting on a stump watching his bird hop around on the forest floor
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
*Same, now that I'm back nothing has changed other than my hearing growing worse.*
She fully opens the door, revealing she isn't in her usual outside plague doctor's outfit, simply in her work pajamas "Oh of course professor, I love a good discussion."
He tilts his head, wiping away the tears "I would prefer to know your name, any of them, but that's fine. Just call me the Jester."
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 actually not sure if truesight would be enough, what with the nature of her curse. For the sake of keeping things consistent, though, I'll just say she's in direct sunlight so her powers aren't working.*
She crouches down a bit to be eye-level with the man, tilting up her hat a touch to not have it impede her vision. This also lets him see the empty void where her face should be- well, empty except for her 'eyes'.
"A lot of things, really. It's a long story."
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)
*Okay, I'm back from my pep rally. Do any of you want to roleplay? If so I'll just get the intros I already made, that is unless you want someone other than Sparrow, Thane, Damian, Paracelsus, or Rowan.*
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.)