The Seer and The Traitor are both outside the Inn, and they're fighting. Traitor turns invisible often to avoid the Seer's spells, and the Seer in turn keeps dodging and parrying whatever the Traitor throws at her. Neither one is gaining any ground, though it's clear that Traitor is growing more weary as time goes on.
The Tarnished steps in. All spells are instantly shattered. "ENOUGH!" he roars, slamming his sword into the dirt.
The Seer looks over at the Tarnished for a moment, which is just enough for Traitor to finally land a flurry of claws that tears off pieces of desiccated flesh. The two remain locked blade-and-claw in combat, though Seer seems to be enjoying it a lot more than Traitor.
The Tarnished grabs both of them and yanks them apart. "I said enough." he snarls.
Intimidation: 18
The Seer seems unfazed, but the Traitor briefly backs down, staring daggers back at the other two.
"Oh, no- I'm just getting started. Besides, it was getting a little chummy around here." The Seer grins smugly back at Traitor, who only growls something under her breath in response.
The Tarnished's glare focuses on the Seer, his eyes glowing a bright orange. "Stand down or I will cut you down where you stand." he snarls.
Intimidation: 27
"Awww, how quaint. You really think-" She is interrupted by another attack from Traitor, leaving deep gashes in their rotting face.
"Maybe if you stopped gloating about how strong you are, you'd actually be winning right now." Traitor quips back, a feral glee in their light 'eyes'.
The ground around them both rumbles as a blast of wind erupts from the ground. *I need them both to make a dex save*
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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.
“What god is petty enough to not want one guy talking to his dead buddies?”
He nods “Cool, nice to meet ya by the way. Name’s Tyler.”
He shakes his head “An interesting state of mind.”
"Yeah. He is."
"Leo." he says, picking up the motor and walking over to a huge bronze dragon. As he installs the motor he says, "And your talking about Nick and Maurics wedding, yeah?"
"It's simple."
“Who is He? Does he look like anything? What does he represent.”
“Yeah yeah, offered to help yesterday, cause I’m an ordained priest. Happy to help them an all, even if I don’t know em.”
Fair enough. What’s that device you carry? Their tail flicks toward the camera.
“Ohh. Okay…” She gets to her feet and begins carefully stepping over and around the minotaur bodies, her eyes shut tightly so as to not have to see the faces of her old siblings-at-arms.
"My camera? It takes pictures." he holds it out to them.
Home watches, leaning in the doorway.
Who does it take them from?
She continues down the hall, not sure what will happen as she gets closer to the exit.
"It doesn't take them from people. A photo is a picture of a person, object, or scene that is created by a camera using light-sensitive material."
The door is still opened. Home tilts his head "So what were they to you?"
…ah.
“Family.” She sighs.
"Confusing?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Ooooh, I feel that." He chuckles.
Very.
“Do you?” She asks, her voice softer than normal. “If you’re still living, I don’t think you do.”
"Sorry about that." He winces, embarrassed.
"Yeah... You're probably right." He shrugs lightly. A sudden noise comes from behind him in the basement. He turns his head a bit, not saying anything the turns back to her, smiling.
Don’t worry about it. I’m just not very knowledgeable about sciences of that type.
”What was that?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Oh, little beast, shut your eyes and keep the screaming quiet, You’re the last key to quenching my diet! One meal For the ages! And as your life fades away, You find it’s meant to be this way! Natural selection for my digestion!*
Fair enough. What’s that device you carry? Their tail flicks toward the camera.
“Ohh. Okay…” She gets to her feet and begins carefully stepping over and around the minotaur bodies, her eyes shut tightly so as to not have to see the faces of her old siblings-at-arms.
"My camera? It takes pictures." he holds it out to them.
Home watches, leaning in the doorway.
Who does it take them from?
She continues down the hall, not sure what will happen as she gets closer to the exit.
"It doesn't take them from people. A photo is a picture of a person, object, or scene that is created by a camera using light-sensitive material."
The door is still opened. Home tilts his head "So what were they to you?"
…ah.
“Family.” She sighs.
"Confusing?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Ooooh, I feel that." He chuckles.
Very.
“Do you?” She asks, her voice softer than normal. “If you’re still living, I don’t think you do.”
"Sorry about that." He winces, embarrassed.
"Yeah... You're probably right." He shrugs lightly. A sudden noise comes from behind him in the basement. He turns his head a bit, not saying anything the turns back to her, smiling.
Don’t worry about it. I’m just not very knowledgeable about sciences of that type.
”What was that?”
"It's all good. Wanna try?" He hands it to them.
"Nothing, don't worry about about him. He does that sometimes."
“What god is petty enough to not want one guy talking to his dead buddies?”
He nods “Cool, nice to meet ya by the way. Name’s Tyler.”
He shakes his head “An interesting state of mind.”
"Yeah. He is."
"Leo." he says, picking up the motor and walking over to a huge bronze dragon. As he installs the motor he says, "And your talking about Nick and Maurics wedding, yeah?"
"It's simple."
“Who is He? Does he look like anything? What does he represent.”
“Yeah yeah, offered to help yesterday, cause I’m an ordained priest. Happy to help them an all, even if I don’t know em.”
“Simple and effective.”
"He's known as the Nameless God. Not much is recorded about him in history." *Thank you Dark Dice for giving me inspiration for Theren's trauma :]*
"Awesome." he says, crawling out from under Festus. The Dragon wakes up, his teeth whirring like drill bits.
"Indeed."
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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.
"Or just not allowing contact." Theren says, looking over at his two short swords.
'fangs...interesting..."
*Actually I can indeed do it now, I mistook a later date for today*
“Aye. I don’t think either of us have the proper kind of magic to work around that, so we might need to find a cleric or, in some cases, a bard.”
”Oh that’s not even the half of it.”
*Alrighty. Should we postpone these characters and focus on the wedding?*
"maybe." Theren says. "Or I could solve it my way..."
"Really now?"
*if you want to*
“If you are planning some form of crusade against the Nameless God, I advise against it strongly. I’ve seen what’s happened when you’ve tried this before, and I don’t want you to die in some other way. Not again.”
“Mmhmm…” Riotan narrows his eyes as well. “But I’d be a fool if I spoke further, and I bet your church wouldn’t approve either.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“What god is petty enough to not want one guy talking to his dead buddies?”
He nods “Cool, nice to meet ya by the way. Name’s Tyler.”
He shakes his head “An interesting state of mind.”
"Yeah. He is."
"Leo." he says, picking up the motor and walking over to a huge bronze dragon. As he installs the motor he says, "And your talking about Nick and Maurics wedding, yeah?"
"It's simple."
“Who is He? Does he look like anything? What does he represent.”
“Yeah yeah, offered to help yesterday, cause I’m an ordained priest. Happy to help them an all, even if I don’t know em.”
“Simple and effective.”
"He's known as the Nameless God. Not much is recorded about him in history." *Thank you Dark Dice for giving me inspiration for Theren's trauma :]*
"Awesome." he says, crawling out from under Festus. The Dragon wakes up, his teeth whirring like drill bits.
"Indeed."
He rubs his chin “Sounds like a serious issue man, I don’t know what to tell you about it man. Name’s Zack. If I could help I would.”
He waves off, heading out after giving the dragon a little pet.
The Tabaxi follows after them, slinking through the terrain.
"Or just not allowing contact." Theren says, looking over at his two short swords.
'fangs...interesting..."
*Actually I can indeed do it now, I mistook a later date for today*
“Aye. I don’t think either of us have the proper kind of magic to work around that, so we might need to find a cleric or, in some cases, a bard.”
”Oh that’s not even the half of it.”
*Alrighty. Should we postpone these characters and focus on the wedding?*
"maybe." Theren says. "Or I could solve it my way..."
"Really now?"
*if you want to*
“If you are planning some form of crusade against the Nameless God, I advise against it strongly. I’ve seen what’s happened when you’ve tried this before, and I don’t want you to die in some other way. Not again.”
“Mmhmm…” Riotan narrows his eyes as well. “But I’d be a fool if I spoke further, and I bet your church wouldn’t approve either.”
*I think it would be a good idea*
"Since when have I thought rationally." Theren says with a chuckle. "I'll kill him this time..I'm sure of it."
"I do not associate with a church Riotan."
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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.
Fair enough. What’s that device you carry? Their tail flicks toward the camera.
“Ohh. Okay…” She gets to her feet and begins carefully stepping over and around the minotaur bodies, her eyes shut tightly so as to not have to see the faces of her old siblings-at-arms.
"My camera? It takes pictures." he holds it out to them.
Home watches, leaning in the doorway.
Who does it take them from?
She continues down the hall, not sure what will happen as she gets closer to the exit.
"It doesn't take them from people. A photo is a picture of a person, object, or scene that is created by a camera using light-sensitive material."
The door is still opened. Home tilts his head "So what were they to you?"
…ah.
“Family.” She sighs.
"Confusing?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Ooooh, I feel that." He chuckles.
Very.
“Do you?” She asks, her voice softer than normal. “If you’re still living, I don’t think you do.”
"Sorry about that." He winces, embarrassed.
"Yeah... You're probably right." He shrugs lightly. A sudden noise comes from behind him in the basement. He turns his head a bit, not saying anything the turns back to her, smiling.
Don’t worry about it. I’m just not very knowledgeable about sciences of that type.
”What was that?”
"It's all good. Wanna try?" He hands it to them.
"Nothing, don't worry about about him. He does that sometimes."
Having no hands, Suhou cannot hold the camera.
“Who’s ‘he’??”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Lore kicks down the door to the tavern, screeching happily. Harmonia is behind her, whooping with joy though her hands cover her ears because of her mother. Soul follows right after, hands in her pockets.
“What god is petty enough to not want one guy talking to his dead buddies?”
He nods “Cool, nice to meet ya by the way. Name’s Tyler.”
He shakes his head “An interesting state of mind.”
"Yeah. He is."
"Leo." he says, picking up the motor and walking over to a huge bronze dragon. As he installs the motor he says, "And your talking about Nick and Maurics wedding, yeah?"
"It's simple."
“Who is He? Does he look like anything? What does he represent.”
“Yeah yeah, offered to help yesterday, cause I’m an ordained priest. Happy to help them an all, even if I don’t know em.”
“Simple and effective.”
"He's known as the Nameless God. Not much is recorded about him in history." *Thank you Dark Dice for giving me inspiration for Theren's trauma :]*
"Awesome." he says, crawling out from under Festus. The Dragon wakes up, his teeth whirring like drill bits.
"Indeed."
He rubs his chin “Sounds like a serious issue man, I don’t know what to tell you about it man. Name’s Zack. If I could help I would.”
Theren nods. "Yeah. He sucks."
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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.
Lore kicks down the door to the tavern, screeching happily. Harmonia is behind her, whooping with joy though her hands cover her ears because of her mother. Soul follows right after, hands in her pockets.
Theren jumps a bit startled. "Why are you screeching like a dying wombat?" he asks
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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.
“What god is petty enough to not want one guy talking to his dead buddies?”
He nods “Cool, nice to meet ya by the way. Name’s Tyler.”
He shakes his head “An interesting state of mind.”
"Yeah. He is."
"Leo." he says, picking up the motor and walking over to a huge bronze dragon. As he installs the motor he says, "And your talking about Nick and Maurics wedding, yeah?"
"It's simple."
“Who is He? Does he look like anything? What does he represent.”
“Yeah yeah, offered to help yesterday, cause I’m an ordained priest. Happy to help them an all, even if I don’t know em.”
“Simple and effective.”
"He's known as the Nameless God. Not much is recorded about him in history." *Thank you Dark Dice for giving me inspiration for Theren's trauma :]*
"Awesome." he says, crawling out from under Festus. The Dragon wakes up, his teeth whirring like drill bits.
"Indeed."
He rubs his chin “Sounds like a serious issue man, I don’t know what to tell you about it man. Name’s Zack. If I could help I would.”
Theren nods. "Yeah. He sucks."
*Edited it to have the others, sorry I did posted early.*
"Or just not allowing contact." Theren says, looking over at his two short swords.
'fangs...interesting..."
*Actually I can indeed do it now, I mistook a later date for today*
“Aye. I don’t think either of us have the proper kind of magic to work around that, so we might need to find a cleric or, in some cases, a bard.”
”Oh that’s not even the half of it.”
*Alrighty. Should we postpone these characters and focus on the wedding?*
"maybe." Theren says. "Or I could solve it my way..."
"Really now?"
*if you want to*
“If you are planning some form of crusade against the Nameless God, I advise against it strongly. I’ve seen what’s happened when you’ve tried this before, and I don’t want you to die in some other way. Not again.”
“Mmhmm…” Riotan narrows his eyes as well. “But I’d be a fool if I spoke further, and I bet your church wouldn’t approve either.”
*I think it would be a good idea*
"Since when have I thought rationally." Theren says with a chuckle. "I'll kill him this time..I'm sure of it."
"I do not associate with a church Riotan."
*alright did you want to write the scene intro or shall i*
“I don’t doubt your ability, but I think it would be prudent to view the full scope of your adversary’s abilities. Even if you can, it is always wise to overestimate the enemy. Far safer than underestimating, in any sense.”
“Since when did I tell you my name? Or one of them, at least…”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Fair enough. What’s that device you carry? Their tail flicks toward the camera.
“Ohh. Okay…” She gets to her feet and begins carefully stepping over and around the minotaur bodies, her eyes shut tightly so as to not have to see the faces of her old siblings-at-arms.
"My camera? It takes pictures." he holds it out to them.
Home watches, leaning in the doorway.
Who does it take them from?
She continues down the hall, not sure what will happen as she gets closer to the exit.
"It doesn't take them from people. A photo is a picture of a person, object, or scene that is created by a camera using light-sensitive material."
The door is still opened. Home tilts his head "So what were they to you?"
…ah.
“Family.” She sighs.
"Confusing?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Ooooh, I feel that." He chuckles.
Very.
“Do you?” She asks, her voice softer than normal. “If you’re still living, I don’t think you do.”
"Sorry about that." He winces, embarrassed.
"Yeah... You're probably right." He shrugs lightly. A sudden noise comes from behind him in the basement. He turns his head a bit, not saying anything the turns back to her, smiling.
Don’t worry about it. I’m just not very knowledgeable about sciences of that type.
”What was that?”
"It's all good. Wanna try?" He hands it to them.
"Nothing, don't worry about about him. He does that sometimes."
Having no hands, Suhou cannot hold the camera.
“Who’s ‘he’??”
He sighs "I'm not good at this sorry.."
"uhhh, a guy." He tilts his head "Don't worry about it."
The Seer and The Traitor are both outside the Inn, and they're fighting. Traitor turns invisible often to avoid the Seer's spells, and the Seer in turn keeps dodging and parrying whatever the Traitor throws at her. Neither one is gaining any ground, though it's clear that Traitor is growing more weary as time goes on.
The Tarnished steps in. All spells are instantly shattered. "ENOUGH!" he roars, slamming his sword into the dirt.
The Seer looks over at the Tarnished for a moment, which is just enough for Traitor to finally land a flurry of claws that tears off pieces of desiccated flesh. The two remain locked blade-and-claw in combat, though Seer seems to be enjoying it a lot more than Traitor.
The Tarnished grabs both of them and yanks them apart. "I said enough." he snarls.
Intimidation: 18
The Seer seems unfazed, but the Traitor briefly backs down, staring daggers back at the other two.
"Oh, no- I'm just getting started. Besides, it was getting a little chummy around here." The Seer grins smugly back at Traitor, who only growls something under her breath in response.
The Tarnished's glare focuses on the Seer, his eyes glowing a bright orange. "Stand down or I will cut you down where you stand." he snarls.
Intimidation: 27
"Awww, how quaint. You really think-" She is interrupted by another attack from Traitor, leaving deep gashes in their rotting face.
"Maybe if you stopped gloating about how strong you are, you'd actually be winning right now." Traitor quips back, a feral glee in their light 'eyes'.
The ground around them both rumbles as a blast of wind erupts from the ground. *I need them both to make a dex save*
Seer's save: 22
Traitor's save: 23
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My pronouns are she/her.
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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 ground around them both rumbles as a blast of wind erupts from the ground. *I need them both to make a dex save*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Who is He? Does he look like anything? What does he represent.”
“Yeah yeah, offered to help yesterday, cause I’m an ordained priest. Happy to help them an all, even if I don’t know em.”
“Simple and effective.”
Don’t worry about it. I’m just not very knowledgeable about sciences of that type.
”What was that?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*b e c a u s e :D*
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
*Oh, little beast, shut your eyes and keep the screaming quiet,
You’re the last key to quenching my diet!
One meal
For the ages!
And as your life fades away,
You find it’s meant to be this way!
Natural selection for my digestion!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"It's all good. Wanna try?" He hands it to them.
"Nothing, don't worry about about him. He does that sometimes."
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
(.....okay)
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"He's known as the Nameless God. Not much is recorded about him in history." *Thank you Dark Dice for giving me inspiration for Theren's trauma :]*
"Awesome." he says, crawling out from under Festus. The Dragon wakes up, his teeth whirring like drill bits.
"Indeed."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*if you want to*
“If you are planning some form of crusade against the Nameless God, I advise against it strongly. I’ve seen what’s happened when you’ve tried this before, and I don’t want you to die in some other way. Not again.”
“Mmhmm…” Riotan narrows his eyes as well. “But I’d be a fool if I spoke further, and I bet your church wouldn’t approve either.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He rubs his chin “Sounds like a serious issue man, I don’t know what to tell you about it man. Name’s Zack. If I could help I would.”
He waves off, heading out after giving the dragon a little pet.
The Tabaxi follows after them, slinking through the terrain.
*I think it would be a good idea*
"Since when have I thought rationally." Theren says with a chuckle. "I'll kill him this time..I'm sure of it."
"I do not associate with a church Riotan."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Having no hands, Suhou cannot hold the camera.
“Who’s ‘he’??”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Time to have some fun.*
Lore kicks down the door to the tavern, screeching happily. Harmonia is behind her, whooping with joy though her hands cover her ears because of her mother. Soul follows right after, hands in her pockets.
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
Theren nods. "Yeah. He sucks."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren jumps a bit startled. "Why are you screeching like a dying wombat?" he asks
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Edited it to have the others, sorry I did posted early.*
*alright did you want to write the scene intro or shall i*
“I don’t doubt your ability, but I think it would be prudent to view the full scope of your adversary’s abilities. Even if you can, it is always wise to overestimate the enemy. Far safer than underestimating, in any sense.”
“Since when did I tell you my name? Or one of them, at least…”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He sighs "I'm not good at this sorry.."
"uhhh, a guy." He tilts his head "Don't worry about 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
Seer's save: 22
Traitor's save: 23
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)