Amphitrite is creating a few jars of healing salve. She sits outside the tavern, her long body curled around a tree that she has slightly heated up so she doesn't be like slow.
Yuri is sitting on the roof of the tavern, fidgeting with her hair as she reads a book on basic mechanics.
Home is banging his head on the wall of the living room in the Guilt House, bored out of his mind.
"Whatcha doin?" Yuki calls up to her as she makes her way into the tavern, stopping a few feet before the door.
The fey queen narrows her eyes, her leaf green eyes looking down "Reading." She states, her tone cold.
"Okay, why on the roof?" She says, adjusting her glasses, genuine concern on her face.
"Because I can? Is it not a free country?" She rolls her eyes
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Amphitrite is creating a few jars of healing salve. She sits outside the tavern, her long body curled around a tree that she has slightly heated up so she doesn't be like slow.
Yuri is sitting on the roof of the tavern, fidgeting with her hair as she reads a book on basic mechanics.
Home is banging his head on the wall of the living room in the Guilt House, bored out of his mind.
Riotan walks outside with a fistful of eels, yawning and moving slowly and stiffly.
Mauric is pruning his tomato plants on the gable.
Loriche knocks on the door, grinning like a madman.
She watches, eyes narrowing "What are you doing?"
Yuri looks over, raising a brow "they're crying."
He opens it, looking tired "Yes?"
“Jus’ hanging out.” He mumbles, biting the head off of an eel.
“But it’s good for them.” He responds calmly. “You gotta clear away the dead stuff so the rest can keep going.”
Loriche is holding practically every weapon imaginable that she could carry. “Wanna destroy some stuff?”
"Your tone disagrees." She rolls her eyes.
"Still." She shrugs "Just be quick because I'm getting a headache from it."
"I don't know if it'll work but sure, why not.' he nods and lets her in.
“Oh? And what does my tone say?”
“Don’t worry, I’m done.” Mauric rolls over and sits cross-legged on the roof, looking up into the sky.
“Well, I’m just hoping for some catharsis. Don’t want us to get bored. So where’s that basement corpse at?” She pulls out an enchanted sledgehammer with a manic grin.
"Tired. Cold. Done with everything." She shrugs.
"Thank you." She runs her temples.
He takes her down the stairs carefully where the bodies are stacked up in the corner like firewood.
“Well, that too. What’re you doing?” He inquires.
“No problem. So you hear them all the time?”
“Wow. That’s more than I thought.” She hands him a flame tongue and begins smashing corpses.
"Making salves for aches and pains." She says, slithering around the tree.
"Yep, so take that into consideration when you step on a flower." She grumbles.
The corpses, unlike the house, are easily beaten to a pull, disappearing think smoke.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He stands up, the GBA finished in mere moments. He holds his head, exposing his neck “This won’t hurt, don’t worry.” He sinks his fangs in, and like he said it doesn’t.
He sighs, getting up and scratching his chin “Of course this was too good to be true.” He flicks his wrist and is suddenly holding a dagger.
He chuckles “Handsome? You’re the handsome one, Donquixote, nice to meet you.”
He turns to her proper. “You got a cannibal-type curse? Neat.”
She drinks another, turning to him as well “It’s annoying sometimes with the never ending hunger, but with someone to talk to it gets bearable.”
“Glad to hear I can give someone a hand then!”
She smiles “You really are a help, not having to think about my hunger.” A tear forms in her eye, or what you can assume is a tear, considering it’s made of void black bile.
“If you want, I could go beat someone to death and bring them here for you…” He offers.
She taps her chin with a claw, thinking for a moment “Why thank you sweetheart, I would love to have some thin’ to eat on.”
“Cool. Gimme a sec.” He runs out of the Inn promptly.
She patiently waits for him to return, ordering them both a drink and waiting outside, drinking her slowly.
Amphitrite is creating a few jars of healing salve. She sits outside the tavern, her long body curled around a tree that she has slightly heated up so she doesn't be like slow.
Yuri is sitting on the roof of the tavern, fidgeting with her hair as she reads a book on basic mechanics.
Home is banging his head on the wall of the living room in the Guilt House, bored out of his mind.
Riotan walks outside with a fistful of eels, yawning and moving slowly and stiffly.
Mauric is pruning his tomato plants on the gable.
Loriche knocks on the door, grinning like a madman.
She watches, eyes narrowing "What are you doing?"
Yuri looks over, raising a brow "they're crying."
He opens it, looking tired "Yes?"
“Jus’ hanging out.” He mumbles, biting the head off of an eel.
“But it’s good for them.” He responds calmly. “You gotta clear away the dead stuff so the rest can keep going.”
Loriche is holding practically every weapon imaginable that she could carry. “Wanna destroy some stuff?”
"Your tone disagrees." She rolls her eyes.
"Still." She shrugs "Just be quick because I'm getting a headache from it."
"I don't know if it'll work but sure, why not.' he nods and lets her in.
“Oh? And what does my tone say?”
“Don’t worry, I’m done.” Mauric rolls over and sits cross-legged on the roof, looking up into the sky.
“Well, I’m just hoping for some catharsis. Don’t want us to get bored. So where’s that basement corpse at?” She pulls out an enchanted sledgehammer with a manic grin.
"Tired. Cold. Done with everything." She shrugs.
"Thank you." She runs her temples.
He takes her down the stairs carefully where the bodies are stacked up in the corner like firewood.
“Well, that too. What’re you doing?” He inquires.
“No problem. So you hear them all the time?”
“Wow. That’s more than I thought.” She hands him a flame tongue and begins smashing corpses.
"Making salves for aches and pains." She says, slithering around the tree.
"Yep, so take that into consideration when you step on a flower." She grumbles.
The corpses, unlike the house, are easily beaten to a pull, disappearing think smoke.
“Really living out the Pharikan ideal, aren’t you?” He chuckles.
“I never step on flowers. I’m a druid.”
Loriche laughs maniacally as she engages in brutality, waiting for Home to join her.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Amphitrite is creating a few jars of healing salve. She sits outside the tavern, her long body curled around a tree that she has slightly heated up so she doesn't be like slow.
Yuri is sitting on the roof of the tavern, fidgeting with her hair as she reads a book on basic mechanics.
Home is banging his head on the wall of the living room in the Guilt House, bored out of his mind.
"Whatcha doin?" Yuki calls up to her as she makes her way into the tavern, stopping a few feet before the door.
The fey queen narrows her eyes, her leaf green eyes looking down "Reading." She states, her tone cold.
"Okay, why on the roof?" She says, adjusting her glasses, genuine concern on her face.
"Because I can? Is it not a free country?" She rolls her eyes
"Demi-gods these days... such a temper... I was concerned for you, 'kay?.."
She bristles "I need not your concern honey. I have survived a hanging, Tatiana's own wrath, my lovers wrath, and much more."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Amphitrite is creating a few jars of healing salve. She sits outside the tavern, her long body curled around a tree that she has slightly heated up so she doesn't be like slow.
Yuri is sitting on the roof of the tavern, fidgeting with her hair as she reads a book on basic mechanics.
Home is banging his head on the wall of the living room in the Guilt House, bored out of his mind.
Riotan walks outside with a fistful of eels, yawning and moving slowly and stiffly.
Mauric is pruning his tomato plants on the gable.
Loriche knocks on the door, grinning like a madman.
She watches, eyes narrowing "What are you doing?"
Yuri looks over, raising a brow "they're crying."
He opens it, looking tired "Yes?"
“Jus’ hanging out.” He mumbles, biting the head off of an eel.
“But it’s good for them.” He responds calmly. “You gotta clear away the dead stuff so the rest can keep going.”
Loriche is holding practically every weapon imaginable that she could carry. “Wanna destroy some stuff?”
"Your tone disagrees." She rolls her eyes.
"Still." She shrugs "Just be quick because I'm getting a headache from it."
"I don't know if it'll work but sure, why not.' he nods and lets her in.
“Oh? And what does my tone say?”
“Don’t worry, I’m done.” Mauric rolls over and sits cross-legged on the roof, looking up into the sky.
“Well, I’m just hoping for some catharsis. Don’t want us to get bored. So where’s that basement corpse at?” She pulls out an enchanted sledgehammer with a manic grin.
"Tired. Cold. Done with everything." She shrugs.
"Thank you." She runs her temples.
He takes her down the stairs carefully where the bodies are stacked up in the corner like firewood.
“Well, that too. What’re you doing?” He inquires.
“No problem. So you hear them all the time?”
“Wow. That’s more than I thought.” She hands him a flame tongue and begins smashing corpses.
"Making salves for aches and pains." She says, slithering around the tree.
"Yep, so take that into consideration when you step on a flower." She grumbles.
The corpses, unlike the house, are easily beaten to a pull, disappearing think smoke.
“Really living out the Pharikan ideal, aren’t you?” He chuckles.
“I never step on flowers. I’m a druid.”
Loriche laughs maniacally as she engages in brutality, waiting for Home to join her.
"I am going to throw you into a wall if you continue with that thought." She says, his eyes narrowing.
"Mnnnn sure." She smirks.
Home picks up and axe, his face devoid of any expression, as he hacks the bodies left and right.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He turns to her proper. “You got a cannibal-type curse? Neat.”
She drinks another, turning to him as well “It’s annoying sometimes with the never ending hunger, but with someone to talk to it gets bearable.”
“Glad to hear I can give someone a hand then!”
She smiles “You really are a help, not having to think about my hunger.” A tear forms in her eye, or what you can assume is a tear, considering it’s made of void black bile.
“If you want, I could go beat someone to death and bring them here for you…” He offers.
She taps her chin with a claw, thinking for a moment “Why thank you sweetheart, I would love to have some thin’ to eat on.”
“Cool. Gimme a sec.” He runs out of the Inn promptly.
She patiently waits for him to return, ordering them both a drink and waiting outside, drinking her slowly.
After about ten minutes, Riotan returns with the headless body of some random old guy. “I didn’t want to make too much trouble, so I grabbed some old loser who had a stroke. Just had to tear off his head to finish it cleanly. Wait till the doctor notices that there’s no body actually under the sheets!” He chuckles and tosses her the body.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Amphitrite is creating a few jars of healing salve. She sits outside the tavern, her long body curled around a tree that she has slightly heated up so she doesn't be like slow.
Yuri is sitting on the roof of the tavern, fidgeting with her hair as she reads a book on basic mechanics.
Home is banging his head on the wall of the living room in the Guilt House, bored out of his mind.
"Whatcha doin?" Yuki calls up to her as she makes her way into the tavern, stopping a few feet before the door.
The fey queen narrows her eyes, her leaf green eyes looking down "Reading." She states, her tone cold.
"Okay, why on the roof?" She says, adjusting her glasses, genuine concern on her face.
"Because I can? Is it not a free country?" She rolls her eyes
"Demi-gods these days... such a temper... I was concerned for you, 'kay?.."
She bristles "I need not your concern honey. I have survived a hanging, Tatiana's own wrath, my lovers wrath, and much more."
"poor thing.." She says, appearing behind them, holding two mugs of tea.
*I am going to need a CON roll for Yuki.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Because I can? Is it not a free country?" She rolls her eyes
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Making salves for aches and pains." She says, slithering around the tree.
"Yep, so take that into consideration when you step on a flower." She grumbles.
The corpses, unlike the house, are easily beaten to a pull, disappearing think smoke.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Uh-huh, still." He begins to bandage his hands.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cut for Salem.*
He stands up, the GBA finished in mere moments. He holds his head, exposing his neck “This won’t hurt, don’t worry.” He sinks his fangs in, and like he said it doesn’t.
He sighs, getting up and scratching his chin “Of course this was too good to be true.” He flicks his wrist and is suddenly holding a dagger.
He chuckles “Handsome? You’re the handsome one, Donquixote, nice to meet you.”
She patiently waits for him to return, ordering them both a drink and waiting outside, drinking her slowly.
He lets him do it “I’ll just heal later, but okay.”
“Really living out the Pharikan ideal, aren’t you?” He chuckles.
“I never step on flowers. I’m a druid.”
Loriche laughs maniacally as she engages in brutality, waiting for Home to join her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She bristles "I need not your concern honey. I have survived a hanging, Tatiana's own wrath, my lovers wrath, and much more."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“So tell me more about yourself!” He asks happily, nuzzling against Zeph.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Shut up, just let me do this." He grumbles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I am going to throw you into a wall if you continue with that thought." She says, his eyes narrowing.
"Mnnnn sure." She smirks.
Home picks up and axe, his face devoid of any expression, as he hacks the bodies left and right.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
After about ten minutes, Riotan returns with the headless body of some random old guy. “I didn’t want to make too much trouble, so I grabbed some old loser who had a stroke. Just had to tear off his head to finish it cleanly. Wait till the doctor notices that there’s no body actually under the sheets!” He chuckles and tosses her the body.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I am going to need a CON roll for Yuki.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*You up for continuing this, Wendi?*
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)
*wendicut*
“Do you even know who Pharika is?” He inquires.
“Well… not unless I absolutely can’t help it. Sorry ma’am…” He says sheepishly.
Soon none of the carcasses in the room are even slightly whole, and Loriche rests against one wall. “Hooo… feels good, don’t it?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.