*For if anyone wants to rp with my character, new and old!*
Traitor is sitting at a table outside the Inn, admiring the scenery while enjoying a cup of tea.
KK is wandering in the woods, faintly humming a tune in stereo to herself.
Another visitor arrives at the Inn, walking inside with a sense of purpose. They wear a long emerald green dress made of a denim-like fabric with many buttons and pockets, worn-looking work boots, winter gloves, and a wide-brimmed sunhat- all of which faintly glisten in the light with what looks like moisture. With a keen eye, one can occasionally notice a similar shimmering in other places- thin tendrils of translucent slime that slither across the ground to feel their surroundings. They have shoulder-length brown hair that sometimes squirms or shifts in position as though it wasn't entirely solid, and greyish-green eyes- the pupils and irises of which seem to have difficulty staying in a circular shape, quivering and amorphous.
This is Coterie, and they are an Oblex.
She comes across Zen who is sharpening his dagger with a whetstone.
"Oh, hello there!" She calls out to him as she approaches, her voice sounding as though it is not coming from a mouth, but from the speakers of an old radio.
Zen looks up and smiles. "Hello."
She glances at the dagger and whetstone for a moment. "What brings you out here at this hour?"
"Recovery." he says. "Please, sit. I mean you no harm, unless your friends with that half-elf Theren Dotsk."
She sits. "I think I met them once. Maybe twice. But I don't know them well enough to call them a friend. I imagine the two of you haven't been getting along?"
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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)
*For if anyone wants to rp with my character, new and old!*
Traitor is sitting at a table outside the Inn, admiring the scenery while enjoying a cup of tea.
KK is wandering in the woods, faintly humming a tune in stereo to herself.
Another visitor arrives at the Inn, walking inside with a sense of purpose. They wear a long emerald green dress made of a denim-like fabric with many buttons and pockets, worn-looking work boots, winter gloves, and a wide-brimmed sunhat- all of which faintly glisten in the light with what looks like moisture. With a keen eye, one can occasionally notice a similar shimmering in other places- thin tendrils of translucent slime that slither across the ground to feel their surroundings. They have shoulder-length brown hair that sometimes squirms or shifts in position as though it wasn't entirely solid, and greyish-green eyes- the pupils and irises of which seem to have difficulty staying in a circular shape, quivering and amorphous.
This is Coterie, and they are an Oblex.
She comes across Zen who is sharpening his dagger with a whetstone.
"Oh, hello there!" She calls out to him as she approaches, her voice sounding as though it is not coming from a mouth, but from the speakers of an old radio.
Zen looks up and smiles. "Hello."
She glances at the dagger and whetstone for a moment. "What brings you out here at this hour?"
"Recovery." he says. "Please, sit. I mean you no harm, unless your friends with that half-elf Theren Dotsk."
She sits. "I think I met them once. Maybe twice. But I don't know them well enough to call them a friend. I imagine the two of you haven't been getting along?"
"Why would I get along with someone who murdered my family?"
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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.
*For if anyone wants to rp with my character, new and old!*
Traitor is sitting at a table outside the Inn, admiring the scenery while enjoying a cup of tea.
KK is wandering in the woods, faintly humming a tune in stereo to herself.
Another visitor arrives at the Inn, walking inside with a sense of purpose. They wear a long emerald green dress made of a denim-like fabric with many buttons and pockets, worn-looking work boots, winter gloves, and a wide-brimmed sunhat- all of which faintly glisten in the light with what looks like moisture. With a keen eye, one can occasionally notice a similar shimmering in other places- thin tendrils of translucent slime that slither across the ground to feel their surroundings. They have shoulder-length brown hair that sometimes squirms or shifts in position as though it wasn't entirely solid, and greyish-green eyes- the pupils and irises of which seem to have difficulty staying in a circular shape, quivering and amorphous.
This is Coterie, and they are an Oblex.
She comes across Zen who is sharpening his dagger with a whetstone.
"Oh, hello there!" She calls out to him as she approaches, her voice sounding as though it is not coming from a mouth, but from the speakers of an old radio.
Zen looks up and smiles. "Hello."
She glances at the dagger and whetstone for a moment. "What brings you out here at this hour?"
"Recovery." he says. "Please, sit. I mean you no harm, unless your friends with that half-elf Theren Dotsk."
She sits. "I think I met them once. Maybe twice. But I don't know them well enough to call them a friend. I imagine the two of you haven't been getting along?"
"Why would I get along with someone who murdered my family?"
She is silent for a second. "...Oh. I see. In that case, there isn't any reason why one should or would- not one I can think of."
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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)
Zen is quietly hiding out in the woods, his wounds from the previous day healed up.
Dyn is re-bandaging his cut arm in the tavern, cursing to himself.
Caramel is hunting for him. Perception: 9
Riotan makes his way down the stairs, yawning.
They see a thin trail of smoke poking through the trees.
Dyn looks up before continuing to reapply his bandaging.
She begins heading toward the smoke quickly.
”Whoa, what happened to you?” He inquires.
She sees Zen sitting in front of a campfire, sharpening his dagger. *Make a stealth roll. It's gonna have to be quite high. he has a passive perception of 22*
"My target cut me deep with his blade." Dyn says, tightening the bandage.
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“Your target? Who was it?”
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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.
*For if anyone wants to rp with my character, new and old!*
Traitor is sitting at a table outside the Inn, admiring the scenery while enjoying a cup of tea.
KK is wandering in the woods, faintly humming a tune in stereo to herself.
Another visitor arrives at the Inn, walking inside with a sense of purpose. They wear a long emerald green dress made of a denim-like fabric with many buttons and pockets, worn-looking work boots, winter gloves, and a wide-brimmed sunhat- all of which faintly glisten in the light with what looks like moisture. With a keen eye, one can occasionally notice a similar shimmering in other places- thin tendrils of translucent slime that slither across the ground to feel their surroundings. They have shoulder-length brown hair that sometimes squirms or shifts in position as though it wasn't entirely solid, and greyish-green eyes- the pupils and irises of which seem to have difficulty staying in a circular shape, quivering and amorphous.
This is Coterie, and they are an Oblex.
She comes across Zen who is sharpening his dagger with a whetstone.
"Oh, hello there!" She calls out to him as she approaches, her voice sounding as though it is not coming from a mouth, but from the speakers of an old radio.
Zen looks up and smiles. "Hello."
She glances at the dagger and whetstone for a moment. "What brings you out here at this hour?"
"Recovery." he says. "Please, sit. I mean you no harm, unless your friends with that half-elf Theren Dotsk."
She sits. "I think I met them once. Maybe twice. But I don't know them well enough to call them a friend. I imagine the two of you haven't been getting along?"
"Why would I get along with someone who murdered my family?"
She is silent for a second. "...Oh. I see. In that case, there isn't any reason why one should or would- not one I can think of."
He nods. "Yeah.."
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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.
Zen is quietly hiding out in the woods, his wounds from the previous day healed up.
Dyn is re-bandaging his cut arm in the tavern, cursing to himself.
Caramel is hunting for him. Perception: 9
Riotan makes his way down the stairs, yawning.
They see a thin trail of smoke poking through the trees.
Dyn looks up before continuing to reapply his bandaging.
She begins heading toward the smoke quickly.
”Whoa, what happened to you?” He inquires.
She sees Zen sitting in front of a campfire, sharpening his dagger. *Make a stealth roll. It's gonna have to be quite high. he has a passive perception of 22*
"My target cut me deep with his blade." Dyn says, tightening the bandage.
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“Your target? Who was it?”
*Fail* He sees the cat and glares at it.
"This guy named Zen."
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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.
"My influence may be a lot, but I'm no god myself, if I don't have anything to back my points up, someone higher up might just say no."
“No I get that, but what leverage are you using?”
"You being cooperative, with that they may let you off with a warning or just house arrest. Something that isn't imprisonment or death."
“Ohh. I thought you meant leverage over me. Okay then… I’ll go get him…” Mauric begins heading off, dropping his glaive on the ground as he goes.
Tyler patiently waits. Damian is in the tavern, cooking up meals with a smile on his face, entirely oblivious to the panic Mauric is experiencing. Currently making Shrimp fried rice.
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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.'
Zen is quietly hiding out in the woods, his wounds from the previous day healed up.
Dyn is re-bandaging his cut arm in the tavern, cursing to himself.
Caramel is hunting for him. Perception: 9
Riotan makes his way down the stairs, yawning.
They see a thin trail of smoke poking through the trees.
Dyn looks up before continuing to reapply his bandaging.
She begins heading toward the smoke quickly.
”Whoa, what happened to you?” He inquires.
She sees Zen sitting in front of a campfire, sharpening his dagger. *Make a stealth roll. It's gonna have to be quite high. he has a passive perception of 22*
"My target cut me deep with his blade." Dyn says, tightening the bandage.
19
“Your target? Who was it?”
*Fail* He sees the cat and glares at it.
"This guy named Zen."
She freezes, her rotted eye dimming to a low orange glow and dilating.
“And what’d you do to him?”
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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.
"My influence may be a lot, but I'm no god myself, if I don't have anything to back my points up, someone higher up might just say no."
“No I get that, but what leverage are you using?”
"You being cooperative, with that they may let you off with a warning or just house arrest. Something that isn't imprisonment or death."
“Ohh. I thought you meant leverage over me. Okay then… I’ll go get him…” Mauric begins heading off, dropping his glaive on the ground as he goes.
Tyler patiently waits. Damian is in the tavern, cooking up meals with a smile on his face, entirely oblivious to the panic Mauric is experiencing. Currently making Shrimp fried rice.
Mauric has been drafting a note on a small scrap of paper as he walks, and once he sees Damian, he scrawls “For Nick” on the back and lays it on the table. “H-hey, Damian?”
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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.
"My influence may be a lot, but I'm no god myself, if I don't have anything to back my points up, someone higher up might just say no."
“No I get that, but what leverage are you using?”
"You being cooperative, with that they may let you off with a warning or just house arrest. Something that isn't imprisonment or death."
“Ohh. I thought you meant leverage over me. Okay then… I’ll go get him…” Mauric begins heading off, dropping his glaive on the ground as he goes.
Tyler patiently waits. Damian is in the tavern, cooking up meals with a smile on his face, entirely oblivious to the panic Mauric is experiencing. Currently making Shrimp fried rice.
Mauric has been drafting a note on a small scrap of paper as he walks, and once he sees Damian, he scrawls “For Nick” on the back and lays it on the table. “H-hey, Damian?”
*Hey, wait what is he about to do? He better not be doing what I'm thinking.*
He walks over to the counter, his smile fading slightly at his friend's look in his eyes. He puts his hands on the counter "Yeah Mauric? What's happening?"
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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.'
She sits. "I think I met them once. Maybe twice. But I don't know them well enough to call them a friend. I imagine the two of you haven't been getting along?"
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)
"Why would I get along with someone who murdered my family?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Said I had more potential, experimented on me. You know how it is."
They smiles softly, before walking outside, sitting on the porch.
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.)
"Yeah true." he says, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet on the table.
He follows her, keeping his distance
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She is silent for a second. "...Oh. I see. In that case, there isn't any reason why one should or would- not one I can think of."
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)
“Ohh. I thought you meant leverage over me. Okay then… I’ll go get him…” Mauric begins heading off, dropping his glaive on the ground as he goes.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Taught me some useful Jutsus though, and gave me Rinnigan." His eyes shift to the white rings of the Rinnigan.
He can see where she rests, plants seem to die, and wood seems to rot, but when she leaves it returns back to normal.
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.)
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“Your target? Who was 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.
He nods. "Yeah.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Fail* He sees the cat and glares at it.
"This guy named Zen."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tyler patiently waits. Damian is in the tavern, cooking up meals with a smile on his face, entirely oblivious to the panic Mauric is experiencing. Currently making Shrimp fried rice.
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.)
"You're from the Uchiha clan?"
"Weird..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He shakes his head "No idea what clan I'm from, I've spent all my life in the Sound village."
She turns to Nick, her voice very Southern, and confused "What's that?"
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.)
"Huh...interesting."
"Nothin nothin." he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods "Any more leads on Zen?"
She shakes her head and turns back "Must be hearin' things."
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.)
She freezes, her rotted eye dimming to a low orange glow and dilating.
“And what’d you do to him?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mauric has been drafting a note on a small scrap of paper as he walks, and once he sees Damian, he scrawls “For Nick” on the back and lays it on the table. “H-hey, Damian?”
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 he cut my arm open I lost him.."
Nick continues to follow her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Your that necromancers cat." he snarls, fire forming in his palm.
"Tried to kill him. He's wanted for many many things."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey, wait what is he about to do? He better not be doing what I'm thinking.*
He walks over to the counter, his smile fading slightly at his friend's look in his eyes. He puts his hands on the counter "Yeah Mauric? What's happening?"
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.)