"It's more of an alias, but I could see that working as well. Couldn't exactly use my old name, so I had to improvise." Her glowing 'eyes' hold a smile that the empty void of her face cannot.
The Seer quite literally emerges from the darkness near the wounded knight, approaching in the same manner as a hunter debating whether or not to kill the animal before them.
"Ah. I understand that." He says, chuckling.
The Knight watches her. "Oh...you...You're no Hollow eh?"
"So, what brings you to the Lord's Rest Inn?" She picks up a round stone in her clawed hand and begins using it to sharpen her talons as they talk. Sparks sometimes shoot off from where rock scrapes against metal.
The abyss stares back at the Knight, a sadistic grin creeping up her face. "No, though it seems like you're on that path."
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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)
"It's more of an alias, but I could see that working as well. Couldn't exactly use my old name, so I had to improvise." Her glowing 'eyes' hold a smile that the empty void of her face cannot.
The Seer quite literally emerges from the darkness near the wounded knight, approaching in the same manner as a hunter debating whether or not to kill the animal before them.
"Ah. I understand that." He says, chuckling.
The Knight watches her. "Oh...you...You're no Hollow eh?"
"So, what brings you to the Lord's Rest Inn?" She picks up a round stone in her clawed hand and begins using it to sharpen her talons as they talk. Sparks sometimes shoot off from where rock scrapes against metal.
The abyss stares back at the Knight, a sadistic grin creeping up her face. "No, though it seems like you're on that path."
"I was looking for my husband. He vanished a while ago. He came back though. Now he's gone again, so I'm waiting for his return."
"Oh I know I'm done for, I'm afraid..I know i'll die soon and then lose my sanity."
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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.
"It's more of an alias, but I could see that working as well. Couldn't exactly use my old name, so I had to improvise." Her glowing 'eyes' hold a smile that the empty void of her face cannot.
The Seer quite literally emerges from the darkness near the wounded knight, approaching in the same manner as a hunter debating whether or not to kill the animal before them.
"Ah. I understand that." He says, chuckling.
The Knight watches her. "Oh...you...You're no Hollow eh?"
"So, what brings you to the Lord's Rest Inn?" She picks up a round stone in her clawed hand and begins using it to sharpen her talons as they talk. Sparks sometimes shoot off from where rock scrapes against metal.
The abyss stares back at the Knight, a sadistic grin creeping up her face. "No, though it seems like you're on that path."
"I was looking for my husband. He vanished a while ago. He came back though. Now he's gone again, so I'm waiting for his return."
"Oh I know I'm done for, I'm afraid..I know i'll die soon and then lose my sanity."
"Well, it's good to know he's alright. For me, I initially came here working for someone else. Though, turns out she was evil, so now I'm trying to take her down- somewhat for the greater good, somewhat for revenge."
"Oh, it's not that bad, dear. Being entirely sane is boring, anyways. Tell you what- I might have an offer for you that could help with your current predicament."
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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)
"It's more of an alias, but I could see that working as well. Couldn't exactly use my old name, so I had to improvise." Her glowing 'eyes' hold a smile that the empty void of her face cannot.
The Seer quite literally emerges from the darkness near the wounded knight, approaching in the same manner as a hunter debating whether or not to kill the animal before them.
"Ah. I understand that." He says, chuckling.
The Knight watches her. "Oh...you...You're no Hollow eh?"
"So, what brings you to the Lord's Rest Inn?" She picks up a round stone in her clawed hand and begins using it to sharpen her talons as they talk. Sparks sometimes shoot off from where rock scrapes against metal.
The abyss stares back at the Knight, a sadistic grin creeping up her face. "No, though it seems like you're on that path."
"I was looking for my husband. He vanished a while ago. He came back though. Now he's gone again, so I'm waiting for his return."
"Oh I know I'm done for, I'm afraid..I know i'll die soon and then lose my sanity."
"Well, it's good to know he's alright. For me, I initially came here working for someone else. Though, turns out she was evil, so now I'm trying to take her down- somewhat for the greater good, somewhat for revenge."
"Oh, it's not that bad, dear. Being entirely sane is boring, anyways. Tell you what- I might have an offer for you that could help with your current predicament."
Phoenix smiles. "going for good ol revenge eh? I know a thing or two about that."
"And what might that be madam." he says, hope in his voice.
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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.
"It's more of an alias, but I could see that working as well. Couldn't exactly use my old name, so I had to improvise." Her glowing 'eyes' hold a smile that the empty void of her face cannot.
The Seer quite literally emerges from the darkness near the wounded knight, approaching in the same manner as a hunter debating whether or not to kill the animal before them.
"Ah. I understand that." He says, chuckling.
The Knight watches her. "Oh...you...You're no Hollow eh?"
"So, what brings you to the Lord's Rest Inn?" She picks up a round stone in her clawed hand and begins using it to sharpen her talons as they talk. Sparks sometimes shoot off from where rock scrapes against metal.
The abyss stares back at the Knight, a sadistic grin creeping up her face. "No, though it seems like you're on that path."
"I was looking for my husband. He vanished a while ago. He came back though. Now he's gone again, so I'm waiting for his return."
"Oh I know I'm done for, I'm afraid..I know i'll die soon and then lose my sanity."
"Well, it's good to know he's alright. For me, I initially came here working for someone else. Though, turns out she was evil, so now I'm trying to take her down- somewhat for the greater good, somewhat for revenge."
"Oh, it's not that bad, dear. Being entirely sane is boring, anyways. Tell you what- I might have an offer for you that could help with your current predicament."
Phoenix smiles. "going for good ol revenge eh? I know a thing or two about that."
"And what might that be madam." he says, hope in his voice.
*Sorry about the delay*
"Yep, good ol' vengeance. That pursuit of vengeance is what led me to be the long-clawed Abomination I am today, in fact."
"I can make sure that you avoid the worst of the fate that will soon befall you. You'll still be dead for a little while, but it won't be permanent- on one condition. If you take the deal, you work for me." She snaps her fingers and a scroll of old-looking parchment appears in her hand.
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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)
"It's more of an alias, but I could see that working as well. Couldn't exactly use my old name, so I had to improvise." Her glowing 'eyes' hold a smile that the empty void of her face cannot.
The Seer quite literally emerges from the darkness near the wounded knight, approaching in the same manner as a hunter debating whether or not to kill the animal before them.
"Ah. I understand that." He says, chuckling.
The Knight watches her. "Oh...you...You're no Hollow eh?"
"So, what brings you to the Lord's Rest Inn?" She picks up a round stone in her clawed hand and begins using it to sharpen her talons as they talk. Sparks sometimes shoot off from where rock scrapes against metal.
The abyss stares back at the Knight, a sadistic grin creeping up her face. "No, though it seems like you're on that path."
"I was looking for my husband. He vanished a while ago. He came back though. Now he's gone again, so I'm waiting for his return."
"Oh I know I'm done for, I'm afraid..I know i'll die soon and then lose my sanity."
"Well, it's good to know he's alright. For me, I initially came here working for someone else. Though, turns out she was evil, so now I'm trying to take her down- somewhat for the greater good, somewhat for revenge."
"Oh, it's not that bad, dear. Being entirely sane is boring, anyways. Tell you what- I might have an offer for you that could help with your current predicament."
Phoenix smiles. "going for good ol revenge eh? I know a thing or two about that."
"And what might that be madam." he says, hope in his voice.
*Sorry about the delay*
"Yep, good ol' vengeance. That pursuit of vengeance is what led me to be the long-clawed Abomination I am today, in fact."
"I can make sure that you avoid the worst of the fate that will soon befall you. You'll still be dead for a little while, but it won't be permanent- on one condition. If you take the deal, you work for me." She snaps her fingers and a scroll of old-looking parchment appears in her hand.
*All good. I'm just doing a paper on ballistics right now*
He nods. "Just be careful. it can be a slippery slope."
He takes the parchment and signs it quickly. "I will not die."
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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.
(is this a decent backstory? Aseir Grayoak was a soldier for an elven kingdom he worked his way up the ladder slowly becoming more renowned because of his combat prowess and leadership eventually he rose to become a royal guard a few years after he became a royal guard there was an attack on the king and queen and he got cursed by a wizard during the attack becoming a lycanthrope but because he could not control his bloodlust he was banished from the kingdom and wanders the land to find a way to reverse or control his curse so that one day he could return to his homeland)
(is this a decent backstory? Aseir Grayoak was a soldier for an elven kingdom he worked his way up the ladder slowly becoming more renowned because of his combat prowess and leadership eventually he rose to become a royal guard a few years after he became a royal guard there was an attack on the king and queen and he got cursed by a wizard during the attack becoming a lycanthrope but because he could not control his bloodlust he was banished from the kingdom and wanders the land to find a way to reverse or control his curse so that one day he could return to his homeland)
*yeah. its short, simple, and to the point. Its also really interesting.*
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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.
"I'm already careful about it." She lies, continuing to sharpen her claws.
The Seer gleefully dispels the contract, and almost immediately, the Knight can feel a growing feeling of emptiness within the depths of his being. "I had a feeling you'd be the easy-going type. Now, then, it's about time I got to work." She grabs onto the spear impaling the Knight and callously rips it from his wound in less than a second.
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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)
"I'm already careful about it." She lies, continuing to sharpen her claws.
The Seer gleefully dispels the contract, and almost immediately, the Knight can feel a growing feeling of emptiness within the depths of his being. "I had a feeling you'd be the easy-going type. Now, then, it's about time I got to work." She grabs onto the spear impaling the Knight and callously rips it from his wound in less than a second.
"And that's a lie."
He shouts in pain, grabbing his weapons and staggering to his feet. He watches as the hole heals. He knees and says, "Oscar, Knight of Astora at your service."
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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.
(is this a decent backstory? Aseir Grayoak was a soldier for an elven kingdom he worked his way up the ladder slowly becoming more renowned because of his combat prowess and leadership eventually he rose to become a royal guard a few years after he became a royal guard there was an attack on the king and queen and he got cursed by a wizard during the attack becoming a lycanthrope but because he could not control his bloodlust he was banished from the kingdom and wanders the land to find a way to reverse or control his curse so that one day he could return to his homeland)
*yeah. its short, simple, and to the point. Its also really interesting.*
(Thanks I just don't write backstories and that kind of stuff enough so when I do I'm never really sure if it's good or not)
"I'm already careful about it." She lies, continuing to sharpen her claws.
The Seer gleefully dispels the contract, and almost immediately, the Knight can feel a growing feeling of emptiness within the depths of his being. "I had a feeling you'd be the easy-going type. Now, then, it's about time I got to work." She grabs onto the spear impaling the Knight and callously rips it from his wound in less than a second.
"And that's a lie."
He shouts in pain, grabbing his weapons and staggering to his feet. He watches as the hole heals. He knees and says, "Oscar, Knight of Astora at your service."
"Perhaps. Point is, I'm gonna make sure any collateral damage that does happen isn't going to hurt anyone."
The Seer grins, producing a long thin sword with a blade seemingly made of pure shadow, gently placing said blade on his shoulder. "Very good. I am the Seer- and now, you are my Emissary."
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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)
"I'm already careful about it." She lies, continuing to sharpen her claws.
The Seer gleefully dispels the contract, and almost immediately, the Knight can feel a growing feeling of emptiness within the depths of his being. "I had a feeling you'd be the easy-going type. Now, then, it's about time I got to work." She grabs onto the spear impaling the Knight and callously rips it from his wound in less than a second.
"And that's a lie."
He shouts in pain, grabbing his weapons and staggering to his feet. He watches as the hole heals. He knees and says, "Oscar, Knight of Astora at your service."
"Perhaps. Point is, I'm gonna make sure any collateral damage that does happen isn't going to hurt anyone."
The Seer grins, producing a long thin sword with a blade seemingly made of pure shadow, gently placing said blade on his shoulder. "Very good. I am the Seer- and now, you are my Emissary."
"Yeah."
"Yes madam."
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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.
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
*I can try. RP has been a bit difficult for me lately.*
A man in a many times restitched off-white suit with a tattered long coat and matching witch hat is having a tea party with some stuffed animals near the main road. He would be beautiful if it weren't for the fact that the stitches on his clothes extend to his face, making him appear less than human. He has a nice smile though, if you ignore the fact that the sutures extend one side far wider than any human mouth should go.
The plushies do not appear to be animate, but he seems to be making sure that they are comfortable and have enough tea and scones to satisfy them. He also looks around occasionally, as if expecting someone.
*Hey Baal, are you up for continuing with KK and Podmorski? I'm perfectly fine if you aren't- I just want to conclude that somewhat story-important interaction sometime.*
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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)
*Hey Baal, are you up for continuing with KK and Podmorski? I'm perfectly fine if you aren't- I just want to conclude that somewhat story-important interaction sometime.*
*I think so. Could you pull it up for me?*
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"So, what brings you to the Lord's Rest Inn?" She picks up a round stone in her clawed hand and begins using it to sharpen her talons as they talk. Sparks sometimes shoot off from where rock scrapes against metal.
The abyss stares back at the Knight, a sadistic grin creeping up her face. "No, though it seems like you're on that path."
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 was looking for my husband. He vanished a while ago. He came back though. Now he's gone again, so I'm waiting for his return."
"Oh I know I'm done for, I'm afraid..I know i'll die soon and then lose my sanity."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well, it's good to know he's alright. For me, I initially came here working for someone else. Though, turns out she was evil, so now I'm trying to take her down- somewhat for the greater good, somewhat for revenge."
"Oh, it's not that bad, dear. Being entirely sane is boring, anyways. Tell you what- I might have an offer for you that could help with your current predicament."
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)
Phoenix smiles. "going for good ol revenge eh? I know a thing or two about that."
"And what might that be madam." he says, hope in his voice.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sorry about the delay*
"Yep, good ol' vengeance. That pursuit of vengeance is what led me to be the long-clawed Abomination I am today, in fact."
"I can make sure that you avoid the worst of the fate that will soon befall you. You'll still be dead for a little while, but it won't be permanent- on one condition. If you take the deal, you work for me." She snaps her fingers and a scroll of old-looking parchment appears in her hand.
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)
*All good. I'm just doing a paper on ballistics right now*
He nods. "Just be careful. it can be a slippery slope."
He takes the parchment and signs it quickly. "I will not die."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(is this a decent backstory? Aseir Grayoak was a soldier for an elven kingdom he worked his way up the ladder slowly becoming more renowned because of his combat prowess and leadership eventually he rose to become a royal guard a few years after he became a royal guard there was an attack on the king and queen and he got cursed by a wizard during the attack becoming a lycanthrope but because he could not control his bloodlust he was banished from the kingdom and wanders the land to find a way to reverse or control his curse so that one day he could return to his homeland)
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*yeah. its short, simple, and to the point. Its also really interesting.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cut*
"I'm already careful about it." She lies, continuing to sharpen her claws.
The Seer gleefully dispels the contract, and almost immediately, the Knight can feel a growing feeling of emptiness within the depths of his being. "I had a feeling you'd be the easy-going type. Now, then, it's about time I got to work." She grabs onto the spear impaling the Knight and callously rips it from his wound in less than a second.
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)
"And that's a lie."
He shouts in pain, grabbing his weapons and staggering to his feet. He watches as the hole heals. He knees and says, "Oscar, Knight of Astora at your service."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I was making a Juggernaut and all i managed to create was a replica of Konig.*
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
(Thanks I just don't write backstories and that kind of stuff enough so when I do I'm never really sure if it's good or not)
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"Perhaps. Point is, I'm gonna make sure any collateral damage that does happen isn't going to hurt anyone."
The Seer grins, producing a long thin sword with a blade seemingly made of pure shadow, gently placing said blade on his shoulder. "Very good. I am the Seer- and now, you are my Emissary."
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)
"Yeah."
"Yes madam."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(anyone want to rp)
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
*I can try. RP has been a bit difficult for me lately.*
A man in a many times restitched off-white suit with a tattered long coat and matching witch hat is having a tea party with some stuffed animals near the main road. He would be beautiful if it weren't for the fact that the stitches on his clothes extend to his face, making him appear less than human. He has a nice smile though, if you ignore the fact that the sutures extend one side far wider than any human mouth should go.
The plushies do not appear to be animate, but he seems to be making sure that they are comfortable and have enough tea and scones to satisfy them. He also looks around occasionally, as if expecting someone.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey Baal, are you up for continuing with KK and Podmorski? I'm perfectly fine if you aren't- I just want to conclude that somewhat story-important interaction sometime.*
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'm up to roleplay if anyone wants)
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*I think so. Could you pull it up for me?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels