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
The Priest passes by them, still humming to himself
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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.
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."
*Alrighty. he's also like, 5'7"ish*
The Priest looks into her blank face, curious. "Some sort of god or ancient being?"
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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.
*Now that Baalze is gone, does anyone else want to rp? If so, here, if you want anyone else, just ask.*
Damian is cleaning up the town from the previous night, walking around with a trash bag, picking up candy, trash, paper plates, and anything else people happened to leave behind. He's wearing some plain and modest clothes, deciding he doesn't have to look fabulous every day. He hums a song he learned while on the Bloody Barnacle.
Paracelsus is in her laboratory, experimenting on things she got from the nearby graveyard, graves no one bothered to clean up. The sound of crackling lightning and mad laughter can be heard. If anyone looks through the tinted windows they would see her experimenting in her comfortable pajamas.
Thane is outside of the Tavern, sitting, staring silently. His knees are up against his chest, a strange look for such a large Dragonborn. He's in the outfit he arrived in, looking like a wild west bartender, his black Bowler hat sitting tilted atop his head. His body is slightly warmer than normal as wounds along his body heal slowly by magical means.
Sparrow is working outside of town, clearing out a crypt full of evil spirits for some decent pay. He's got his bandana on over his mouth and nose so no one can see his real face as he guns down everything in his path with Rosemary's holy bullets. The sound of the gun rings out through the crypt as Sparrow seems to be talking to someone.
Rowan is in the library crying. Blood stains his red velvet Jester costume, and the mask sits on the table in front of him, mocking him in his mind for what he did. He has killed another under the influence of the mask, he tried his best not to, but he failed.
*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."
“Alright.” He enters and sets his papers on the table. “So what do you know about the Great Wheel?”
“Call me Rio.”
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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.
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?"
"What did you do to make them mad?" he chuckles "you seem nice enough"
It seems to be observing whatever it was she was doing
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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
“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."
“Who are they for?”
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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.
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
*Now that Baalze is gone, does anyone else want to rp? If so, here, if you want anyone else, just ask.*
Paracelsus is in her laboratory, experimenting on things she got from the nearby graveyard, graves no one bothered to clean up. The sound of crackling lightning and mad laughter can be heard. If anyone looks through the tinted windows they would see her experimenting in her comfortable pajamas.
*If anyone wants one of these.*
KK's wandering and pondering have led her to the laboratory. Hearing something going on inside, she lets her curiosity pull her from her project. She knocks on the laboratory door, if such an entrance can be seen.
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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)
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
Isaac comes over "having trouble with that?"
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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
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
Isaac comes over "having trouble with that?"
Henry looks up, nodding. He signs the symbol for 'Broken' and sighs.
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
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..." He then makes his way towards the church.
*Also can yeh check your PM's?*
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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.
“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."
“Who are they for?”
"My husband.'
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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.
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
Isaac comes over "having trouble with that?"
Henry looks up, nodding. He signs the symbol for 'Broken' and sighs.
He examines the machine to see what's wrong with it
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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 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."
“Alright.” He enters and sets his papers on the table. “So what do you know about the Great Wheel?”
“Call me Rio.”
She pulls out a whiteboard from behind one of the walls, "This is my first hearing of it, so I wouldn't know much,."
"Okay Rio. Why do you look like a snake?"
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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.'
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
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..." He then makes his way towards the church.
*Also can yeh check your PM's?*
*ACK- Sorry, Today has been hectic..*
Luciano raises his head, his silvery eyes blinking.
She shakes her head. "Godlike ancient beings were involved, but I'm not one of them. In fact, before this I was just one of their pawns."
"Did you seek help? Freedom from your curse?" he asks, walking around them in a circle slowly
She shifts her position every so often to keep him within her vision. "Yeah, and someone did help, and that's why I'm currently like this. I don't intend on going back to normal anytime soon, though."
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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)
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
Isaac comes over "having trouble with that?"
Henry looks up, nodding. He signs the symbol for 'Broken' and sighs.
He examines the machine to see what's wrong with it
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
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..." He then makes his way towards the church.
*Also can yeh check your PM's?*
*ACK- Sorry, Today has been hectic..*
Luciano raises his head, his silvery eyes blinking.
*is all good*
The Priest bows a bit, showing respect.
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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.
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The Priest passes by them, still humming to himself
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Alrighty. he's also like, 5'7"ish*
The Priest looks into her blank face, curious. "Some sort of god or ancient being?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*If anyone wants one of these.*
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.)
*Snippet for Priest and Traitor.*
She shakes her head. "Godlike ancient beings were involved, but I'm not one of them. In fact, before this I was just one of their pawns."
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)
"Did you seek help? Freedom from your curse?" he asks, walking around them in a circle slowly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Alright.” He enters and sets his papers on the table. “So what do you know about the Great Wheel?”
“Call me Rio.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"What did you do to make them mad?" he chuckles "you seem nice enough"
It seems to be observing whatever it was she was 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
“Who are they for?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hmmmmmmmmmmm... Whomst should I rp as.....*
Father Luciano has summoned a few minor celestial spirits to help him clean up the temple. They sweep the floors, wash the stained glass windows, and clean the pews. Luciano is currently at the front altar, writing down things he has to do specifically so he doesn't forget.
Henry is grumbling to himself as he fixes a small mechanical contraption. His curly orange hair is tied back in a ponytail and it appears he has recently trimmed his beard. He taps his fingers against the table, trying to figure out what is wrong.
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's wandering and pondering have led her to the laboratory. Hearing something going on inside, she lets her curiosity pull her from her project. She knocks on the laboratory door, if such an entrance can be seen.
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)
Isaac comes over "having trouble with 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
Henry looks up, nodding. He signs the symbol for 'Broken' and sighs.
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
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..." He then makes his way towards the church.
*Also can yeh check your PM's?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"My husband.'
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He examines the machine to see what's wrong with it
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 pulls out a whiteboard from behind one of the walls, "This is my first hearing of it, so I wouldn't know much,."
"Okay Rio. Why do you look like a snake?"
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.)
*ACK- Sorry, Today has been hectic..*
Luciano raises his head, his silvery eyes blinking.
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 shifts her position every so often to keep him within her vision. "Yeah, and someone did help, and that's why I'm currently like this. I don't intend on going back to normal anytime soon, though."
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)
*Make an Investigation Check.*
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
*is all good*
The Priest bows a bit, showing respect.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.