Theren is in the library asleep, snoring on a couch.
Phoenix is half-awake at a table, sipping coffee.
Nick is asleep in his room, sun streaming over him and making him shift in his sleep.
Helena and The Tarnished are outside picking flowers, The Tarnished doing it begrudgingly.
-this last one is for anyone walking in the woods-
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
A cloaked figure in a white rabbit mask watches the man from afar. They are dressed in full black, along with gloves and boots, and standing perfectly still about 100 feet from him, just... watching.
The man stares back, breathing slowly.
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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.
He looks unphased. "Your a teen. Your tone has no effect young man."
"Age isn't important. You're being rude, you don't want to get your [gp] kicked in." He says, just as calm as always "Not threatening you, just warning."
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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.'
Theren is in the library asleep, snoring on a couch.
Phoenix is half-awake at a table, sipping coffee.
Nick is asleep in his room, sun streaming over him and making him shift in his sleep.
Helena and The Tarnished are outside picking flowers, The Tarnished doing it begrudgingly.
-this last one is for anyone walking in the woods-
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
A cloaked figure in a white rabbit mask watches the man from afar. They are dressed in full black, along with gloves and boots, and standing perfectly still about 100 feet from him, just... watching.
He looks unphased. "Your a teen. Your tone has no effect young man."
"Age isn't important. You're being rude, you don't want to get your [gp] kicked in." He says, just as calm as always "Not threatening you, just warning."
Phoenix cracks his neck. "You're not threatening kid. You're arrogant. And arrogance is the death of men."
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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.
Theren is in the library asleep, snoring on a couch.
Phoenix is half-awake at a table, sipping coffee.
Nick is asleep in his room, sun streaming over him and making him shift in his sleep.
Helena and The Tarnished are outside picking flowers, The Tarnished doing it begrudgingly.
-this last one is for anyone walking in the woods-
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
A cloaked figure in a white rabbit mask watches the man from afar. They are dressed in full black, along with gloves and boots, and standing perfectly still about 100 feet from him, just... watching.
The man stares back, breathing slowly.
They continue to stare, unmoving.
"who art thou...?"
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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.
Theren is in the library asleep, snoring on a couch.
Phoenix is half-awake at a table, sipping coffee.
Nick is asleep in his room, sun streaming over him and making him shift in his sleep.
Helena and The Tarnished are outside picking flowers, The Tarnished doing it begrudgingly.
-this last one is for anyone walking in the woods-
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
A cloaked figure in a white rabbit mask watches the man from afar. They are dressed in full black, along with gloves and boots, and standing perfectly still about 100 feet from him, just... watching.
The man stares back, breathing slowly.
They continue to stare, unmoving.
"who art thou...?"
They say nothing, simply just sitting down on a rock.
Theren is in the library asleep, snoring on a couch.
Phoenix is half-awake at a table, sipping coffee.
Nick is asleep in his room, sun streaming over him and making him shift in his sleep.
Helena and The Tarnished are outside picking flowers, The Tarnished doing it begrudgingly.
-this last one is for anyone walking in the woods-
Propped up at the entrance to a cave is a man in armor with a spear through his chest. His breathing is shallow.
A cloaked figure in a white rabbit mask watches the man from afar. They are dressed in full black, along with gloves and boots, and standing perfectly still about 100 feet from him, just... watching.
The man stares back, breathing slowly.
They continue to stare, unmoving.
"who art thou...?"
They say nothing, simply just sitting down on a rock.
The knight groans in pain, shifting slightly
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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.
He looks unphased. "Your a teen. Your tone has no effect young man."
"Age isn't important. You're being rude, you don't want to get your [gp] kicked in." He says, just as calm as always "Not threatening you, just warning."
Phoenix cracks his neck. "You're not threatening kid. You're arrogant. And arrogance is the death of men."
He cracks his own knuckles "That sounds like a threat old [gp], and I wouldn't be making those when a light breeze could make you keel over."
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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.'
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.)
The man stares back, breathing slowly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Suhou can’t move the spear, so they curl up beside the man, simply hoping to ease his pain a little before his death.
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.
"Age isn't important. You're being rude, you don't want to get your [gp] kicked in." He says, just as calm as always "Not threatening you, just warning."
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.)
They continue to stare, unmoving.
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 gives up, the spear still inside his gut. "What is your name...little God?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Anyone else want to roleplay? It's fine if not.*
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.)
(so besides the election how is everyone doing?)
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Phoenix cracks his neck. "You're not threatening kid. You're arrogant. And arrogance is the death of men."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good morning to thee as well. Let's see... how about Theren?*
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)
"who art thou...?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Okie dokie*
Theren is in the library asleep, snoring on a couch. Books are on the floor near him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They say nothing, simply just sitting down on a rock.
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 knight groans in pain, shifting slightly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Traitor walks into the library, noticing Theren. She gently picks up one of the books, examining the cover.
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)
It's a book on necromancy
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(does anyone have anything interesting coming up?)
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*Snippet*
Traitor, not necessarily being stealthy about being here, sits at a nearby chair and begins reading the book.
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)
He cracks his own knuckles "That sounds like a threat old [gp], and I wouldn't be making those when a light breeze could make you keel over."
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.)
It seems to be a whole bunch of gibberish that is hard to understand. Theren shifts in his sleep, yawning a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.