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.
She looks back up at him, grinning madly. "No. I don't think I will."
Traitor is struggling against his grip, trying to lash out at the Seer whenever she gets a chance.
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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.
She looks back up at him, grinning madly. "No. I don't think I will."
Traitor is struggling against his grip, trying to lash out at the Seer whenever she gets a chance.
"tragic." he says, tossing the Traitor backwards and slamming the sword through the Seers head, the sword itself glows with holy power.
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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.
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.
After only a few more minutes Tyler enters, dressed in typical priest attire, taking off his regular shades, replacing them with something else. He has a book under his arm, nodding to them “Hello there Mauric, beautiful day for a wedding.” He smiles softly.
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*[spinning through space at a dangerous velocity] wheeeeeee!*
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)
*[spins you like a beyblade.]*
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
*Ah....erm...energy drink? Or coffee?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Beyblade burst.*
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
*I already have four cups, nothing is working.*
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
*bro we need tyler where is he*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(run its beyblade wendigo!!!!)
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*Geez....uh...erm...idk man. Just power through it. I lend ya my strength.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks back up at him, grinning madly. "No. I don't think I will."
Traitor is struggling against his grip, trying to lash out at the Seer whenever she gets a chance.
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)
*huh.*
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
*I think Jester just proofed. We could improvise with my priest? Father Yosef?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(God speed my friend)
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*he’s the officiant for the wedding*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"tragic." he says, tossing the Traitor backwards and slamming the sword through the Seers head, the sword itself glows with holy power.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Since everyone wants jester, I shall throw myself into the sun. Have a good day gentleman.*
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
*stock_explosion_sound.mp3*
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)
*[yanks back] nuh uh. you stay here*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(bye bye wendigo)
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*i don’t think he’s close enough to the venue at the moment. Maybe Wendi could use Luciano tho*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After only a few more minutes Tyler enters, dressed in typical priest attire, taking off his regular shades, replacing them with something else. He has a book under his arm, nodding to them “Hello there Mauric, beautiful day for a wedding.” He smiles softly.