KK is visibly ecstatic. "Yes, it's finally happening! Thank you thank you thank you!!! Oh, this will be glorious!"
She nods and disappears for a moment before returning with the body. It has everything KK could want and more.
She audibly gasps at the sight of the rather horrific vessel- not out of horror, but out of sheer joy. "It's... It's... perfect!" Her voice crackles with static at that last word, and as she laughs maniacally afterwards.
"I am so glad you enjoyed it dear! This was the most fun I've had on a project!!"
A tall tiger tabaxi in a silk coat and hat is just outside the inn, touting a breakthrough in golem technology. His winning fanged smile as he speaks draws in small crowds.
A Sign near him on the cobblestones says in vintage font "Taika Mathide, inventor extraordinaire"
*rp?*
*Sure!*
Omori walks over to see what's going on.
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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)
KK is visibly ecstatic. "Yes, it's finally happening! Thank you thank you thank you!!! Oh, this will be glorious!"
She nods and disappears for a moment before returning with the body. It has everything KK could want and more.
She audibly gasps at the sight of the rather horrific vessel- not out of horror, but out of sheer joy. "It's... It's... perfect!" Her voice crackles with static at that last word, and as she laughs maniacally afterwards.
"I am so glad you enjoyed it dear! This was the most fun I've had on a project!!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed making it as well! I do have one question... how exactly are we to transfer the consciousness... or the soul... or whatever essence of being is needed to finalize things?"
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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)
A tall tiger tabaxi in a silk coat and hat is just outside the inn, touting a breakthrough in golem technology. His winning fanged smile as he speaks draws in small crowds.
A Sign near him on the cobblestones says in vintage font "Taika Mathide, inventor extraordinaire"
*rp?*
*Sure!*
Omori walks over to see what's going on.
"You, young lady? Do you find yourself in need of an extra set of hands but a regular, sloppy golem won't do it for you? They're all wet clay and stone, only good for grunt work. I present to you, the dollem ~cough~name pending~cough~" He lifts a cloth up as if concealing something, and when he drops it, a human-like figure of baked clay is there. If it weren't for their unpainted appearance and visible joints, they could pass for a human, maybe.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Hmmm... I only know KK and Omori. I'm testing out the Horrible Nightmare Fish Manchild, so whoever you think will go well with that.*
*Hmmm indeed... I'd say Omori would be fun. Might be interesting to see how the two creations of aberrant powers interact.*
Omori is sitting in the grass outside the Inn, contemplating something.
Hadal, now slightly more refined in appearance, stands in the woods nearby, observing silently with his black eyes and expressionless mouth. After a bit, he takes a couple of steps forward, the water squelching in his scrounged boots. When he speaks, his voice sounds less raspy, and the syllables slowly form into common words instead of Deep Speech. "Cth'ch, ngt oxm... Hhh... hello..." It holds out a translucent claw, the flesh restyled into a glove with frills of delicate-looking tissue around the wrist.
A tall tiger tabaxi in a silk coat and hat is just outside the inn, touting a breakthrough in golem technology. His winning fanged smile as he speaks draws in small crowds.
A Sign near him on the cobblestones says in vintage font "Taika Mathide, inventor extraordinaire"
*rp?*
*Sure!*
Omori walks over to see what's going on.
"You, young lady? Do you find yourself in need of an extra set of hands but a regular, sloppy golem won't do it for you? They're all wet clay and stone, only good for grunt work. I present to you, the dollem ~cough~name pending~cough~" He lifts a cloth up as if concealing something, and when he drops it, a human-like figure of baked clay is there. If it weren't for their unpainted appearance and visible joints, they could pass for a human, maybe.
She seems intrigued, looking at the construct with a sense of wonder. "Hmm... it looks intriguing... but I wouldn't have any use for it. May I ask how you made it?"
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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)
A tall tiger tabaxi in a silk coat and hat is just outside the inn, touting a breakthrough in golem technology. His winning fanged smile as he speaks draws in small crowds.
A Sign near him on the cobblestones says in vintage font "Taika Mathide, inventor extraordinaire"
*rp?*
*Sure!*
Omori walks over to see what's going on.
"You, young lady? Do you find yourself in need of an extra set of hands but a regular, sloppy golem won't do it for you? They're all wet clay and stone, only good for grunt work. I present to you, the dollem ~cough~name pending~cough~" He lifts a cloth up as if concealing something, and when he drops it, a human-like figure of baked clay is there. If it weren't for their unpainted appearance and visible joints, they could pass for a human, maybe.
She seems intrigued, looking at the construct with a sense of wonder. "Hmm... it looks intriguing... but I wouldn't have any use for it. May I ask how you made it?"
"I'm afraid my exact methods are a well-guarded secret but I'll gladly tell you about the details. The process starts with a heartstone as any golem would, and I form the body around an armature constructed with magic. Some may argue that baked clay defeats the entire purpose of a golem, but I ensure you, I thought out everything. You see, the clay that this golem is constructed from is cured in a very special way. A little bit of magical encouragement..." he summons a purple magic flame and holds it to the golem's ear, making the thing wince and reel. "Stay still!" he reprimands it, forming its ear into a pointed shape. "You can mold it however you'd like! Of course, we do make them to order depending on what their purpose will be. A golem made to wait on guests will have to be made differently from a golem that is used to mine"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Hmmm... I only know KK and Omori. I'm testing out the Horrible Nightmare Fish Manchild, so whoever you think will go well with that.*
*Hmmm indeed... I'd say Omori would be fun. Might be interesting to see how the two creations of aberrant powers interact.*
Omori is sitting in the grass outside the Inn, contemplating something.
Hadal, now slightly more refined in appearance, stands in the woods nearby, observing silently with his black eyes and expressionless mouth. After a bit, he takes a couple of steps forward, the water squelching in his scrounged boots. When he speaks, his voice sounds less raspy, and the syllables slowly form into common words instead of Deep Speech. "Cth'ch, ngt oxm... Hhh... hello..." It holds out a translucent claw, the flesh restyled into a glove with frills of delicate-looking tissue around the wrist.
*Oh, one detail I neglected to mention- Omori doesn't have the eyes on their tendril hair anymore.*
Omori whips around to look the moment she hears Deep Speech, being familiar with the language. Hadal can likely sense something aberrant about the little shadow. "Hello." She replies, shaking the offered claw.
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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)
She seems unnerved by the golem's pain (or, at least, its convincing emulation of pain). "...Heartstone?"
"Yes! It can be any precious or nonprecious stone, as long as it's carved with the proper runes. This one's heart is the finest sapphire I could get my paws on, you know. The heartstone gives the golem the ability to not only move, but to emote and think and feel like a living thing. Of course, they're not really living. But that does mean they can't die, so there's the upside."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Hadal, now slightly more refined in appearance, stands in the woods nearby, observing silently with his black eyes and expressionless mouth. After a bit, he takes a couple of steps forward, the water squelching in his scrounged boots. When he speaks, his voice sounds less raspy, and the syllables slowly form into common words instead of Deep Speech. "Cth'ch, ngt oxm... Hhh... hello..." It holds out a translucent claw, the flesh restyled into a glove with frills of delicate-looking tissue around the wrist.
*Oh, one detail I neglected to mention- Omori doesn't have the eyes on their tendril hair anymore.*
Omori whips around to look the moment she hears Deep Speech, being familiar with the language. Hadal can likely sense something aberrant about the little shadow. "Hello." She replies, shaking the offered claw.
*I assumed so since I was under the impression that the eyes were Kiki. Thanks for the clarification!*
His wicked talons delicately avoid cutting her as he bows. "Pleased to meet you. I am Hadal." His voice carries a heavy Deep Speech accent, and he speaks simultaneously in telepathy, using a refined and polite tone that his rapidly adapting vocal cords wouldn't be able to handle. "I sensed something faintly familiar among the bright lights and material things, and I knew I had to investigate."
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
Hadal, now slightly more refined in appearance, stands in the woods nearby, observing silently with his black eyes and expressionless mouth. After a bit, he takes a couple of steps forward, the water squelching in his scrounged boots. When he speaks, his voice sounds less raspy, and the syllables slowly form into common words instead of Deep Speech. "Cth'ch, ngt oxm... Hhh... hello..." It holds out a translucent claw, the flesh restyled into a glove with frills of delicate-looking tissue around the wrist.
*Oh, one detail I neglected to mention- Omori doesn't have the eyes on their tendril hair anymore.*
Omori whips around to look the moment she hears Deep Speech, being familiar with the language. Hadal can likely sense something aberrant about the little shadow. "Hello." She replies, shaking the offered claw.
*I assumed so since I was under the impression that the eyes were Kiki. Thanks for the clarification!*
His wicked talons delicately avoid cutting her as he bows. "Pleased to meet you. I am Hadal." His voice carries a heavy Deep Speech accent, and he speaks simultaneously in telepathy, using a refined and polite tone that his rapidly adapting vocal cords wouldn't be able to handle. "I sensed something faintly familiar among the bright lights and material things, and I knew I had to investigate."
"Pleased to meet you as well. I am Trai- er, I am Omori." She replies in Deep Speech, and though she speaks the language fluently, her accent and speed hint that it isn't her first. "You sensed something familiar, you say?"
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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 am so glad you enjoyed it dear! This was the most fun I've had on a project!!"
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
*Sure!*
Omori walks over to see what's going on.
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 glad you enjoyed making it as well! I do have one question... how exactly are we to transfer the consciousness... or the soul... or whatever essence of being is needed to finalize things?"
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)
"You, young lady? Do you find yourself in need of an extra set of hands but a regular, sloppy golem won't do it for you? They're all wet clay and stone, only good for grunt work. I present to you, the dollem ~cough~name pending~cough~" He lifts a cloth up as if concealing something, and when he drops it, a human-like figure of baked clay is there. If it weren't for their unpainted appearance and visible joints, they could pass for a human, maybe.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Hadal, now slightly more refined in appearance, stands in the woods nearby, observing silently with his black eyes and expressionless mouth. After a bit, he takes a couple of steps forward, the water squelching in his scrounged boots. When he speaks, his voice sounds less raspy, and the syllables slowly form into common words instead of Deep Speech. "Cth'ch, ngt oxm... Hhh... hello..." It holds out a translucent claw, the flesh restyled into a glove with frills of delicate-looking tissue around the wrist.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She seems intrigued, looking at the construct with a sense of wonder. "Hmm... it looks intriguing... but I wouldn't have any use for it. May I ask how you made it?"
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 afraid my exact methods are a well-guarded secret but I'll gladly tell you about the details. The process starts with a heartstone as any golem would, and I form the body around an armature constructed with magic. Some may argue that baked clay defeats the entire purpose of a golem, but I ensure you, I thought out everything. You see, the clay that this golem is constructed from is cured in a very special way. A little bit of magical encouragement..." he summons a purple magic flame and holds it to the golem's ear, making the thing wince and reel. "Stay still!" he reprimands it, forming its ear into a pointed shape. "You can mold it however you'd like! Of course, we do make them to order depending on what their purpose will be. A golem made to wait on guests will have to be made differently from a golem that is used to mine"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Oh, one detail I neglected to mention- Omori doesn't have the eyes on their tendril hair anymore.*
Omori whips around to look the moment she hears Deep Speech, being familiar with the language. Hadal can likely sense something aberrant about the little shadow. "Hello." She replies, shaking the offered claw.
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)
*Hsidnfkfjfkjfkfmflsmskx.*
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
*Cut for Omori and Taika*
She seems unnerved by the golem's pain (or, at least, its convincing emulation of pain). "...Heartstone?"
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)
"Yes! It can be any precious or nonprecious stone, as long as it's carved with the proper runes. This one's heart is the finest sapphire I could get my paws on, you know. The heartstone gives the golem the ability to not only move, but to emote and think and feel like a living thing. Of course, they're not really living. But that does mean they can't die, so there's the upside."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I assumed so since I was under the impression that the eyes were Kiki. Thanks for the clarification!*
His wicked talons delicately avoid cutting her as he bows. "Pleased to meet you. I am Hadal." His voice carries a heavy Deep Speech accent, and he speaks simultaneously in telepathy, using a refined and polite tone that his rapidly adapting vocal cords wouldn't be able to handle. "I sensed something faintly familiar among the bright lights and material things, and I knew I had to investigate."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*You good, squishy?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I want to RP but I am also like.. mentally drained.*
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 feel you, man. I feel that all the time.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I have a few characters ideas but it's just like ..bit want to do right now but I feel like it will get buried so it's not worth it and stuff.*
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
(feel better 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
"Pleased to meet you as well. I am Trai- er, I am Omori." She replies in Deep Speech, and though she speaks the language fluently, her accent and speed hint that it isn't her first. "You sensed something familiar, you say?"
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 get that. Wish I could help.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*It's fine. Not your problem.*
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