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.
The Tarnished presses down harder with his foot and grips the Traitors arm hard, a light crack being heard. "Im defending no one. Now. Apologize." he snarls.
Intimidation: 27
Persuasion: 18
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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.
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
“I guess even after centuries of seeing everything the multiverse has to offer, I can still be a little childish.”
“Thanks. I’m just waiting for the officiant now.” Mauric says to him. “Glad you came, by the way.”
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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.”
“Sounds like a waste of time, seems pointless.”
*Ah Theren we done? It’s cool if we are.*
*Yeah. My brain is focused on the wedding and a battle rn*
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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.
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
“I guess even after centuries of seeing everything the multiverse has to offer, I can still be a little childish.”
“Thanks. I’m just waiting for the officiant now.” Mauric says to him. “Glad you came, by the way.”
"everyone can." he says with a chuckle.
Leo nods. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." he says, sitting back down by Theren and Thirteen.
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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.
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
“I guess even after centuries of seeing everything the multiverse has to offer, I can still be a little childish.”
“Thanks. I’m just waiting for the officiant now.” Mauric says to him. “Glad you came, by the way.”
"everyone can." he says with a chuckle.
Leo nods. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." he says, sitting back down by Theren and Thirteen.
Thirteen nods and smirks. “Even you?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
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.
The Tarnished presses down harder with his foot and grips the Traitors arm hard, a light crack being heard. "Im defending no one. Now. Apologize." he snarls.
Intimidation: 16
Persuasion: 22
The Seer continues laughing. "For what? For being too good at my job? Darling, I relish in doing all of what you listed, and I will continue to do so for as long as it stays fun. I have no guilt. The same can't be said for you."
The Traitor is silent, staring daggers at the Seer.
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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)
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.
The Tarnished presses down harder with his foot and grips the Traitors arm hard, a light crack being heard. "Im defending no one. Now. Apologize." he snarls.
Intimidation: 16
Persuasion: 22
The Seer continues laughing. "For what? For being too good at my job? Darling, I relish in doing all of what you listed, and I will continue to do so for as long as it stays fun. I have no guilt. The same can't be said for you."
The Traitor is silent, staring daggers at the Seer.
He presses down harder with his foot, starting to crack their ribs. "Apologize. Now." he says, unsheathing a sword from his waist.
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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.
The Tarnished presses down harder with his foot and grips the Traitors arm hard, a light crack being heard. "Im defending no one. Now. Apologize." he snarls.
Intimidation: 27
Persuasion: 18
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I guess even after centuries of seeing everything the multiverse has to offer, I can still be a little childish.”
“Thanks. I’m just waiting for the officiant now.” Mauric says to him. “Glad you came, by the way.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Yeah. My brain is focused on the wedding and a battle rn*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.*
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
(weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
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"everyone can." he says with a chuckle.
Leo nods. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." he says, sitting back down by Theren and Thirteen.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*[spins violently] WEEEEEEE*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen nods and smirks. “Even you?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Yes. even me." he says with a laugh.
Leo sits down. "So. Guys. Trust me when I say this but Nick looks golden. Literally."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Uhhh Jester?*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Im so friggin tired.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The Seer continues laughing. "For what? For being too good at my job? Darling, I relish in doing all of what you listed, and I will continue to do so for as long as it stays fun. I have no guilt. The same can't be said for you."
The Traitor is silent, staring daggers at the Seer.
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)
*I is eepy...*
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
*You spin me right round, baby right round.*
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
He presses down harder with his foot, starting to crack their ribs. "Apologize. Now." he says, unsheathing a sword from his waist.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Then eep. Take a nice nap*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*like a record baby right round round round*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(like a record baby)
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*I can't, Im at work.*
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