*I've started reading To Kill a Mockingbird in earnest now. It's a pretty cool book. I have only a few minutes, but I just want to get this out.*
Various Dream Eating Machines have begun to infest the woods, capturing and cooking various fey and other dream creatures with terrifying efficiency. The Machines are made of dark steel and filled with flames and have a similar warping ability to phase spiders, allowing them to hunt the fair folk without being caught as easily. The forest is somehow mostly unharmed by the burning automatons, aside from the clearing that has been carved out to summon a massive yellow hotel. The speakers on the outside of the skyscraper play old, distorted music.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Traitor, without a moment of hesitation, rushes over to the Seer and strikes with a Whirlwind of Claws. Attack rolls and damage are in the spoiler below:
Attack 1: 26 to hit, 23 slashing damage. Attack 2: 24 to hit, 24 slashing damage. Attack 3: 23 to hit, 17 slashing damage. Attack 4: 24 to hit, 20 slashing damage. Attack 5: 25 to hit, 18 slashing damage. Attack 6: 15 to hit, 29 slashing damage.
*Advantage because the Seer is prone*
The Tarnished takes all of the blows, defending. "I SAID ENOUGH!" he then goes for unarmed blows, red fire streaming off of his armor.
Attack: 15 Damage: 17
Attack: 8 Damage: 19
Attack: 9 Damage: 15
Attack: 22 Damage: 19
Only the last attack hits, but it hits hard, partially crumpling the armor plating the Traitor is wearing. She seems rather shocked. "She's a monster that is trying to bring the world to ruin! Why are you attacking me?"
The Seer stands to her feet, laughing. "Oh, you don't even realize, do you? I recognize that madness, that joy you find in the prospect of bringing me harm-"
"Oh, heck no! You are not giving me that damn speech about 'What is evil' and how me turning you to mincemeat makes me as much a monster as you! You're the literal Elder Evil who brainwashed dozens of people, terrorized an entire realm, and is currently corrupting this one- all because you hate hope and anything that represents it, even those whose only 'crime' is existing and having any hope at all! And clawing out your eyes makes me a monster? Absolutely not!"
With that, she attempts to lunge at the Seer again.
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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)
There’s an old abandoned vineyard to the east of the town, just a dozen or so kilometers from the Inn. The building may be empty, but its overgrown fields and edifices bear a feeling of happy memories that have never soured over time, still remaining in the place they were made regardless of time. Mauric has rented the locale from the original owner’s descendants, and the many autumn-stained deciduous trees and wildflowers create a beautiful atmosphere around the small pavilion where the ceremony is taking place. This time, Mauric has resigned to catering the event with conventional dishes that don’t contain behir tongue or mimic eyes. Right now, he stands at the altar, dressed in the suit Damian and he selected. A rhododendron is tucked behind his ear, and he’s braided several more along his tail. The wedding proper is about to start soon.
Nick is inside a small dressing room with a golden suit on. He struggles with a bow tie grumbling to himself about nice clothing.
Leo and Theren are sitting next to each other in the crowd talking quietly amongst each other.
Mauric is sticking to tradition and not seeing Nick before the wedding, even though he really wants to check on him.
Thirteen is seated behind them, slightly unhappy that the pianist rejected all the classical pieces he recommended for them to play during the ceremony.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
The Father walks into the woods, looking for more demons
“Dude you should chill out man, no point in being angry.” He says, “Take some deep breaths with me. Come on, in… out…”
The Angel Gym Bro leaves with a gate of light, no hint of him left behind.
The Tabaxi moves through the trees above them, the great sword on their back rustling, and the runes etched into their body glowing softly.
Theren takes a few deep breaths.
"For a cat you are not quiet."
He pats his back after those breaths “Good job man, feel better?”
“Not a cat, a Tabaxi, calling me a cat would be racist. As for that…” their movements almost go completely silent.
"Kinda."
"It isn't racist. Tabaxi are a form of cat people." he says simply. "Just generalizing."
“Every little bit better is more than anything else man. It’s all about focusing your emotions when you need them.”
“If you want to call it that, I won’t take the effort to argue. Is this all you do?” They pounce from branch to branch.
"Yeah. You sound like my wife right now man." he says with a small laugh.
"Yeah. I'm basically an exorcist." he says.
“I’ve heard that more than you expect actually, I’ll make sure not to shift into her.” He chuckles and sits back down “Don’t want you getting confused.”
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
There’s an old abandoned vineyard to the east of the town, just a dozen or so kilometers from the Inn. The building may be empty, but its overgrown fields and edifices bear a feeling of happy memories that have never soured over time, still remaining in the place they were made regardless of time. Mauric has rented the locale from the original owner’s descendants, and the many autumn-stained deciduous trees and wildflowers create a beautiful atmosphere around the small pavilion where the ceremony is taking place. This time, Mauric has resigned to catering the event with conventional dishes that don’t contain behir tongue or mimic eyes. Right now, he stands at the altar, dressed in the suit Damian and he selected. A rhododendron is tucked behind his ear, and he’s braided several more along his tail. The wedding proper is about to start soon.
Speaking of Damian, he’s one of the first to arrive, dressed classily. He decides to not arrive late to a wedding a second time, bringing Domino with him, she sits around the back of the area while Damian walks over to stand beside Mauric, just wanting to talk a bit before the wedding. Damian waves to his best friend, tears rolling down his face at this beautiful day, asking “Who’s your best man Mauric?”
Mauric beams at him. “You are, of course! I told you that, remember?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Traitor, without a moment of hesitation, rushes over to the Seer and strikes with a Whirlwind of Claws. Attack rolls and damage are in the spoiler below:
Attack 1: 26 to hit, 23 slashing damage. Attack 2: 24 to hit, 24 slashing damage. Attack 3: 23 to hit, 17 slashing damage. Attack 4: 24 to hit, 20 slashing damage. Attack 5: 25 to hit, 18 slashing damage. Attack 6: 15 to hit, 29 slashing damage.
*Advantage because the Seer is prone*
The Tarnished takes all of the blows, defending. "I SAID ENOUGH!" he then goes for unarmed blows, red fire streaming off of his armor.
Attack: 15 Damage: 17
Attack: 8 Damage: 19
Attack: 9 Damage: 15
Attack: 22 Damage: 19
Only the last attack hits, but it hits hard, partially crumpling the armor plating the Traitor is wearing. She seems rather shocked. "She's a monster that is trying to bring the world to ruin! Why are you attacking me?"
The Seer stands to her feet, laughing. "Oh, you don't even realize, do you? I recognize that madness, that joy you find in the prospect of bringing me harm-"
"Oh, heck no! You are not giving me that damn speech about 'What is evil' and how me turning you to mincemeat makes me as much a monster as you! You're the literal Elder Evil who brainwashed dozens of people, terrorized an entire realm, and is currently corrupting this one- all because you hate hope and anything that represents it, even those whose only 'crime' is existing and having any hope at all! And clawing out your eyes makes me a monster? Absolutely not!"
With that, she attempts to lunge at the Seer again.
She immediately gets stopped by the Tarnished who nabs her out of midair. He plants a foot on the Seer's chest. "Both of you shut up and listen to me."
He clears his throat. "I will not tolerate your senseless squabbling about ideals. You need to learn how to cooperate and live in some harmony. Because if you don't I will slaughter both of you where you stand. I have faced horrors beyond the comprehension of man and killed them with my bare hands. I will do the same if you two do not stop this senseless fighting. If you try to bring this world to ruin I will defend it with my life and take you with me."
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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.
KK looks over at the trio entering, intrigued. She occasionally glances back down to her paper to continue sketching her design.
Soul waves at them, bowing her head.
KK waves back. If they had a face with which to smile, they likely would.
She walks over, peering over the edge of the table.
It looks like whatever KK was sketching is... unnatural, to say the least. Some large prism made of both organic and metallic components, by the looks of it. Judging by the measurements and various angles, it looks more like a blueprint than just a drawing.
"Hello! I'm KK. What's your name?"
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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)
There’s an old abandoned vineyard to the east of the town, just a dozen or so kilometers from the Inn. The building may be empty, but its overgrown fields and edifices bear a feeling of happy memories that have never soured over time, still remaining in the place they were made regardless of time. Mauric has rented the locale from the original owner’s descendants, and the many autumn-stained deciduous trees and wildflowers create a beautiful atmosphere around the small pavilion where the ceremony is taking place. This time, Mauric has resigned to catering the event with conventional dishes that don’t contain behir tongue or mimic eyes. Right now, he stands at the altar, dressed in the suit Damian and he selected. A rhododendron is tucked behind his ear, and he’s braided several more along his tail. The wedding proper is about to start soon.
Speaking of Damian, he’s one of the first to arrive, dressed classily. He decides to not arrive late to a wedding a second time, bringing Domino with him, she sits around the back of the area while Damian walks over to stand beside Mauric, just wanting to talk a bit before the wedding. Damian waves to his best friend, tears rolling down his face at this beautiful day, asking “Who’s your best man Mauric?”
Mauric beams at him. “You are, of course! I told you that, remember?”
More tears roll down his face, clasping his hands together “I didn’t. Thank you. Where do you want me to be?” His voice is almost silent.
There’s an old abandoned vineyard to the east of the town, just a dozen or so kilometers from the Inn. The building may be empty, but its overgrown fields and edifices bear a feeling of happy memories that have never soured over time, still remaining in the place they were made regardless of time. Mauric has rented the locale from the original owner’s descendants, and the many autumn-stained deciduous trees and wildflowers create a beautiful atmosphere around the small pavilion where the ceremony is taking place. This time, Mauric has resigned to catering the event with conventional dishes that don’t contain behir tongue or mimic eyes. Right now, he stands at the altar, dressed in the suit Damian and he selected. A rhododendron is tucked behind his ear, and he’s braided several more along his tail. The wedding proper is about to start soon.
Nick is inside a small dressing room with a golden suit on. He struggles with a bow tie grumbling to himself about nice clothing.
Leo and Theren are sitting next to each other in the crowd talking quietly amongst each other.
Mauric is sticking to tradition and not seeing Nick before the wedding, even though he really wants to check on him.
Thirteen is seated behind them, slightly unhappy that the pianist rejected all the classical pieces he recommended for them to play during the ceremony.
Leo checks in on Nick. He helps him with the bowtie. "Alright buddy. You ready for this?"
"why so grumpy? No classical music?" Theren says with a chuckle
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There’s an old abandoned vineyard to the east of the town, just a dozen or so kilometers from the Inn. The building may be empty, but its overgrown fields and edifices bear a feeling of happy memories that have never soured over time, still remaining in the place they were made regardless of time. Mauric has rented the locale from the original owner’s descendants, and the many autumn-stained deciduous trees and wildflowers create a beautiful atmosphere around the small pavilion where the ceremony is taking place. This time, Mauric has resigned to catering the event with conventional dishes that don’t contain behir tongue or mimic eyes. Right now, he stands at the altar, dressed in the suit Damian and he selected. A rhododendron is tucked behind his ear, and he’s braided several more along his tail. The wedding proper is about to start soon.
Speaking of Damian, he’s one of the first to arrive, dressed classily. He decides to not arrive late to a wedding a second time, bringing Domino with him, she sits around the back of the area while Damian walks over to stand beside Mauric, just wanting to talk a bit before the wedding. Damian waves to his best friend, tears rolling down his face at this beautiful day, asking “Who’s your best man Mauric?”
Mauric beams at him. “You are, of course! I told you that, remember?”
More tears roll down his face, clasping his hands together “You didn’t. Thank you. Where do you want me to be?” His voice is almost silent.
Mauric blinks. “I’m so sorry, man. I really meant to… that’s all my fault. There’s no one else I‘d think was better for this than you. I was hoping you could be in the front left aisle to the center side.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
There’s an old abandoned vineyard to the east of the town, just a dozen or so kilometers from the Inn. The building may be empty, but its overgrown fields and edifices bear a feeling of happy memories that have never soured over time, still remaining in the place they were made regardless of time. Mauric has rented the locale from the original owner’s descendants, and the many autumn-stained deciduous trees and wildflowers create a beautiful atmosphere around the small pavilion where the ceremony is taking place. This time, Mauric has resigned to catering the event with conventional dishes that don’t contain behir tongue or mimic eyes. Right now, he stands at the altar, dressed in the suit Damian and he selected. A rhododendron is tucked behind his ear, and he’s braided several more along his tail. The wedding proper is about to start soon.
Nick is inside a small dressing room with a golden suit on. He struggles with a bow tie grumbling to himself about nice clothing.
Leo and Theren are sitting next to each other in the crowd talking quietly amongst each other.
Mauric is sticking to tradition and not seeing Nick before the wedding, even though he really wants to check on him.
Thirteen is seated behind them, slightly unhappy that the pianist rejected all the classical pieces he recommended for them to play during the ceremony.
Leo checks in on Nick. He helps him with the bowtie. "Alright buddy. You ready for this?"
"why so grumpy? No classical music?" Theren says with a chuckle
“Maybe…” He says offhandedly, sitting up straighter. “I shouldn’t make this all about me though.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
There’s an old abandoned vineyard to the east of the town, just a dozen or so kilometers from the Inn. The building may be empty, but its overgrown fields and edifices bear a feeling of happy memories that have never soured over time, still remaining in the place they were made regardless of time. Mauric has rented the locale from the original owner’s descendants, and the many autumn-stained deciduous trees and wildflowers create a beautiful atmosphere around the small pavilion where the ceremony is taking place. This time, Mauric has resigned to catering the event with conventional dishes that don’t contain behir tongue or mimic eyes. Right now, he stands at the altar, dressed in the suit Damian and he selected. A rhododendron is tucked behind his ear, and he’s braided several more along his tail. The wedding proper is about to start soon.
Nick is inside a small dressing room with a golden suit on. He struggles with a bow tie grumbling to himself about nice clothing.
Leo and Theren are sitting next to each other in the crowd talking quietly amongst each other.
Mauric is sticking to tradition and not seeing Nick before the wedding, even though he really wants to check on him.
Thirteen is seated behind them, slightly unhappy that the pianist rejected all the classical pieces he recommended for them to play during the ceremony.
Leo checks in on Nick. He helps him with the bowtie. "Alright buddy. You ready for this?"
"why so grumpy? No classical music?" Theren says with a chuckle
“Maybe…” He says offhandedly, sitting up straighter. “I shouldn’t make this all about me though.”
Theren gently flicks his forehead. "Yeah ya big goof."
Leo walks up to Mauric. "Your husband's all good to go. We can start whenever you are ready to go hermano." Leo says
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There’s an old abandoned vineyard to the east of the town, just a dozen or so kilometers from the Inn. The building may be empty, but its overgrown fields and edifices bear a feeling of happy memories that have never soured over time, still remaining in the place they were made regardless of time. Mauric has rented the locale from the original owner’s descendants, and the many autumn-stained deciduous trees and wildflowers create a beautiful atmosphere around the small pavilion where the ceremony is taking place. This time, Mauric has resigned to catering the event with conventional dishes that don’t contain behir tongue or mimic eyes. Right now, he stands at the altar, dressed in the suit Damian and he selected. A rhododendron is tucked behind his ear, and he’s braided several more along his tail. The wedding proper is about to start soon.
Speaking of Damian, he’s one of the first to arrive, dressed classily. He decides to not arrive late to a wedding a second time, bringing Domino with him, she sits around the back of the area while Damian walks over to stand beside Mauric, just wanting to talk a bit before the wedding. Damian waves to his best friend, tears rolling down his face at this beautiful day, asking “Who’s your best man Mauric?”
Mauric beams at him. “You are, of course! I told you that, remember?”
More tears roll down his face, clasping his hands together “You didn’t. Thank you. Where do you want me to be?” His voice is almost silent.
Mauric blinks. “I’m so sorry, man. I really meant to… that’s all my fault. There’s no one else I‘d think was better for this than you. I was hoping you could be in the front left aisle to the center side.”
He nods, beaming back at him “You don’t need to apologize, you’ve done more for me than I could ever ask of you. We’ve been friends as long as I’ve been at this town, all I can do is thank you man.” He gives him a quick, strong hug, walking to where he asked.
Traitor seems utterly baffled. "W- Why? Why are you defending her? She's irredeemable!"
The Seer just laughs. "Cooperate? With a traitor like her? I already tried that- but no, playing nice and sticking to her task wasn't enough for her. She just had to try and 'take the moral high ground', didn't you?" She directs that last part at the Traitor, practically spitting out her words.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Father walks into the woods, looking for more demons
“Dude you should chill out man, no point in being angry.” He says, “Take some deep breaths with me. Come on, in… out…”
The Angel Gym Bro leaves with a gate of light, no hint of him left behind.
The Tabaxi moves through the trees above them, the great sword on their back rustling, and the runes etched into their body glowing softly.
Theren takes a few deep breaths.
"For a cat you are not quiet."
He pats his back after those breaths “Good job man, feel better?”
“Not a cat, a Tabaxi, calling me a cat would be racist. As for that…” their movements almost go completely silent.
"Kinda."
"It isn't racist. Tabaxi are a form of cat people." he says simply. "Just generalizing."
“Every little bit better is more than anything else man. It’s all about focusing your emotions when you need them.”
“If you want to call it that, I won’t take the effort to argue. Is this all you do?” They pounce from branch to branch.
"Yeah. You sound like my wife right now man." he says with a small laugh.
"Yeah. I'm basically an exorcist." he says.
“I’ve heard that more than you expect actually, I’ll make sure not to shift into her.” He chuckles and sits back down “Don’t want you getting confused.”
There’s an old abandoned vineyard to the east of the town, just a dozen or so kilometers from the Inn. The building may be empty, but its overgrown fields and edifices bear a feeling of happy memories that have never soured over time, still remaining in the place they were made regardless of time. Mauric has rented the locale from the original owner’s descendants, and the many autumn-stained deciduous trees and wildflowers create a beautiful atmosphere around the small pavilion where the ceremony is taking place. This time, Mauric has resigned to catering the event with conventional dishes that don’t contain behir tongue or mimic eyes. Right now, he stands at the altar, dressed in the suit Damian and he selected. A rhododendron is tucked behind his ear, and he’s braided several more along his tail. The wedding proper is about to start soon.
Speaking of Damian, he’s one of the first to arrive, dressed classily. He decides to not arrive late to a wedding a second time, bringing Domino with him, she sits around the back of the area while Damian walks over to stand beside Mauric, just wanting to talk a bit before the wedding. Damian waves to his best friend, tears rolling down his face at this beautiful day, asking “Who’s your best man Mauric?”
Mauric beams at him. “You are, of course! I told you that, remember?”
More tears roll down his face, clasping his hands together “You didn’t. Thank you. Where do you want me to be?” His voice is almost silent.
Mauric blinks. “I’m so sorry, man. I really meant to… that’s all my fault. There’s no one else I‘d think was better for this than you. I was hoping you could be in the front left aisle to the center side.”
He nods, beaming back at him “You don’t need to apologize, you’ve done more for me than I could ever ask of you. We’ve been friends as long as I’ve been at this town, all I can do is thank you man.” He gives him a quick, strong hug, walking to where he asked.
Mauric smiles warmly at him and returns to the altar, now just waiting for Tyler.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Only the last attack hits, but it hits hard, partially crumpling the armor plating the Traitor is wearing. She seems rather shocked. "She's a monster that is trying to bring the world to ruin! Why are you attacking me?"
The Seer stands to her feet, laughing. "Oh, you don't even realize, do you? I recognize that madness, that joy you find in the prospect of bringing me harm-"
"Oh, heck no! You are not giving me that damn speech about 'What is evil' and how me turning you to mincemeat makes me as much a monster as you! You're the literal Elder Evil who brainwashed dozens of people, terrorized an entire realm, and is currently corrupting this one- all because you hate hope and anything that represents it, even those whose only 'crime' is existing and having any hope at all! And clawing out your eyes makes me a monster? Absolutely not!"
With that, she attempts to lunge at the Seer again.
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)
Mauric is sticking to tradition and not seeing Nick before the wedding, even though he really wants to check on him.
Thirteen is seated behind them, slightly unhappy that the pianist rejected all the classical pieces he recommended for them to play during the ceremony.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Do I join again... decisions, decisions...*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
“I’ve heard that more than you expect actually, I’ll make sure not to shift into her.” He chuckles and sits back down “Don’t want you getting confused.”
“Sounds like a waste of time, seems pointless.”
(you open 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
*Pretty please.*
Mauric beams at him. “You are, of course! I told you that, remember?”
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She immediately gets stopped by the Tarnished who nabs her out of midair. He plants a foot on the Seer's chest. "Both of you shut up and listen to me."
He clears his throat. "I will not tolerate your senseless squabbling about ideals. You need to learn how to cooperate and live in some harmony. Because if you don't I will slaughter both of you where you stand. I have faced horrors beyond the comprehension of man and killed them with my bare hands. I will do the same if you two do not stop this senseless fighting. If you try to bring this world to ruin I will defend it with my life and take you with me."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It looks like whatever KK was sketching is... unnatural, to say the least. Some large prism made of both organic and metallic components, by the looks of it. Judging by the measurements and various angles, it looks more like a blueprint than just a drawing.
"Hello! I'm KK. What's your name?"
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)
More tears roll down his face, clasping his hands together “I didn’t. Thank you. Where do you want me to be?” His voice is almost silent.
Leo checks in on Nick. He helps him with the bowtie. "Alright buddy. You ready for this?"
"why so grumpy? No classical music?" Theren says with a chuckle
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Mauric blinks. “I’m so sorry, man. I really meant to… that’s all my fault. There’s no one else I‘d think was better for this than you. I was hoping you could be in the front left aisle to the center side.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Maybe…” He says offhandedly, sitting up straighter. “I shouldn’t make this all about me though.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Theren gently flicks his forehead. "Yeah ya big goof."
Leo walks up to Mauric. "Your husband's all good to go. We can start whenever you are ready to go hermano." Leo says
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He nods, beaming back at him “You don’t need to apologize, you’ve done more for me than I could ever ask of you. We’ve been friends as long as I’ve been at this town, all I can do is thank you man.” He gives him a quick, strong hug, walking to where he asked.
*Snippet for the battle outside*
Traitor seems utterly baffled. "W- Why? Why are you defending her? She's irredeemable!"
The Seer just laughs. "Cooperate? With a traitor like her? I already tried that- but no, playing nice and sticking to her task wasn't enough for her. She just had to try and 'take the moral high ground', didn't you?" She directs that last part at the Traitor, practically spitting out her words.
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)
*Ah Theren we done? It’s cool if we are.*
Mauric smiles warmly at him and returns to the altar, now just waiting for Tyler.
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