Omori is sitting at a table outside the Inn, deep in thought.
Kiko is also at the Inn, looking over some of her older drawings.
The Herald appears behind Kiko, his black robe straps floating around him. His masked face looks over her shoulder at the drawings.
*sorry bout the delay*
The drawings depict all sorts of different concepts for different monstrous entities, as well as concepts for different styles of coats and jackets and the like tailored for them. None of the different conceptual bodies are humanoid in general design, and all of them have many, many arms.
She notices the Herald and turns to address him. "Oh, hello there."
Behind the mask, she can see no eyes but can tell he is looking at her "Hello there, forgive me.. I am always a nosy one when it comes to art."
She looks back at him with an equally expressionless lack-of-face. "No, don't worry, it's alright." She sets the papers down so he can take a closer look if he wishes.
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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)
“So you’re… what kind of priest, exactly?” Mauric tilts his head.
“Is this for me, or if not, how should I prep it?”
"Priest of Life." He chuckles "Which was why I was a little concerned.."
"You are allowed to eat that. You salivating over the food is making me worried."
“Oh. Shoot. I’m really sorry. Didn’t mean any disrespect…”
“Not necessarily over the food…” He mumbles, devouring the owlbear flesh with relish.
"It's okay, you did not know." He chuckles "Just be mindful please."
"Then over what hm?" He narrows his eyes behind his mask.
“So what were you doing down here?” Mauric asks curiously.
“Never you mind. So what’s next? How may I help?”
"Orders of Morgana.. plus this area used to be my home but it's now lost to time." He says, looking a bit sad.
"Mn." His eyes glow slightly (He is able to tell when a creature is telling a lie) "I would rather like to know now."
*i mean he didn’t lie, he just dismissed the question*
“Oh… that sounds awful. But Morgana, hey, I’ve met her a couple times. Which is pretty strange, considering I always thought God hung out away from people.”
“Ah, let me make my little jokes. No harm done…”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Omori is sitting at a table outside the Inn, deep in thought.
Kiko is also at the Inn, looking over some of her older drawings.
The Herald appears behind Kiko, his black robe straps floating around him. His masked face looks over her shoulder at the drawings.
*sorry bout the delay*
The drawings depict all sorts of different concepts for different monstrous entities, as well as concepts for different styles of coats and jackets and the like tailored for them. None of the different conceptual bodies are humanoid in general design, and all of them have many, many arms.
She notices the Herald and turns to address him. "Oh, hello there."
Behind the mask, she can see no eyes but can tell he is looking at her "Hello there, forgive me.. I am always a nosy one when it comes to art."
She looks back at him with an equally expressionless lack-of-face. "No, don't worry, it's alright." She sets the papers down so he can take a closer look if he wishes.
He gently picks them up between his gloved fingers, examining them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“So you’re… what kind of priest, exactly?” Mauric tilts his head.
“Is this for me, or if not, how should I prep it?”
"Priest of Life." He chuckles "Which was why I was a little concerned.."
"You are allowed to eat that. You salivating over the food is making me worried."
“Oh. Shoot. I’m really sorry. Didn’t mean any disrespect…”
“Not necessarily over the food…” He mumbles, devouring the owlbear flesh with relish.
"It's okay, you did not know." He chuckles "Just be mindful please."
"Then over what hm?" He narrows his eyes behind his mask.
“So what were you doing down here?” Mauric asks curiously.
“Never you mind. So what’s next? How may I help?”
"Orders of Morgana.. plus this area used to be my home but it's now lost to time." He says, looking a bit sad.
"Mn." His eyes glow slightly (He is able to tell when a creature is telling a lie) "I would rather like to know now."
*i mean he didn’t lie, he just dismissed the question*
“Oh… that sounds awful. But Morgana, hey, I’ve met her a couple times. Which is pretty strange, considering I always thought God hung out away from people.”
“Ah, let me make my little jokes. No harm done…”
*Oooh*
"She's a more friendly god. Prefers to be amongst us than away." He laughs lightly "Different from the rest that way."
"Mn." He turns away and picks up a wok and some green beans in a bag.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Mn.. please don't hurt yourself again please. Knowing that this could happen again makes me worried." He sighs.
"Hm, perhaps going back to where it began?"
He nods slowly, taking off his red velvet gloves looking at his hands "It won't happen again, probably." He puts the gloves in his pockets, sheathing the sickle and dagger.
"I would, but whatever was there has been destroyed by something."
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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.'
"Mn.. please don't hurt yourself again please. Knowing that this could happen again makes me worried." He sighs.
"Hm, perhaps going back to where it began?"
He nods slowly, taking off his red velvet gloves looking at his hands "It won't happen again, probably." He puts the gloves in his pockets, sheathing the sickle and dagger.
"I would, but whatever was there has been destroyed by something."
Kelipso nods. Gordon runs over, barking happily.
"... Have you tried any spells to reverse the time for that area?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Omori is sitting at a table outside the Inn, deep in thought.
Kiko is also at the Inn, looking over some of her older drawings.
The Herald appears behind Kiko, his black robe straps floating around him. His masked face looks over her shoulder at the drawings.
*sorry bout the delay*
The drawings depict all sorts of different concepts for different monstrous entities, as well as concepts for different styles of coats and jackets and the like tailored for them. None of the different conceptual bodies are humanoid in general design, and all of them have many, many arms.
She notices the Herald and turns to address him. "Oh, hello there."
Behind the mask, she can see no eyes but can tell he is looking at her "Hello there, forgive me.. I am always a nosy one when it comes to art."
She looks back at him with an equally expressionless lack-of-face. "No, don't worry, it's alright." She sets the papers down so he can take a closer look if he wishes.
He gently picks them up between his gloved fingers, examining them.
The designs all have little notes written in the margins- all of it in KK's handwriting- with messages such as 'sewing nightmare to make, but it'll look cool', 'antennae for radio connection', and 'maybe 4 less arms'. At times, they seem more like blueprints than drawings, as if she was planning on actually making these terrifying things a reality.
Kiko also looks at a few of the drawings, thinking about something.
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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)
Omori is sitting at a table outside the Inn, deep in thought.
Kiko is also at the Inn, looking over some of her older drawings.
The Herald appears behind Kiko, his black robe straps floating around him. His masked face looks over her shoulder at the drawings.
*sorry bout the delay*
The drawings depict all sorts of different concepts for different monstrous entities, as well as concepts for different styles of coats and jackets and the like tailored for them. None of the different conceptual bodies are humanoid in general design, and all of them have many, many arms.
She notices the Herald and turns to address him. "Oh, hello there."
Behind the mask, she can see no eyes but can tell he is looking at her "Hello there, forgive me.. I am always a nosy one when it comes to art."
She looks back at him with an equally expressionless lack-of-face. "No, don't worry, it's alright." She sets the papers down so he can take a closer look if he wishes.
He gently picks them up between his gloved fingers, examining them.
The designs all have little notes written in the margins- all of it in KK's handwriting- with messages such as 'sewing nightmare to make, but it'll look cool', 'antennae for radio connection', and 'maybe 4 less arms'. At times, they seem more like blueprints than drawings, as if she was planning on actually making these terrifying things a reality.
Kiko also looks at a few of the drawings, thinking about something.
He tilts his head "You are very good at these, could rival the greats." he says, setting the appears down.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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She looks back at him with an equally expressionless lack-of-face. "No, don't worry, it's alright." She sets the papers down so he can take a closer look if he wishes.
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)
"Because I have to be a vessel for it." He sighs "Thank you for saving me."
"I unfortunately do not know, all I remember is what I've done, wandered, fought."
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.)
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.
(hi wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
He gently picks them up between his gloved fingers, examining them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Mn.. please don't hurt yourself again please. Knowing that this could happen again makes me worried." He sighs.
"Hm, perhaps going back to where it began?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Oooh*
"She's a more friendly god. Prefers to be amongst us than away." He laughs lightly "Different from the rest that way."
"Mn." He turns away and picks up a wok and some green beans in a bag.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*morning..*
Theren is wrapping his wounds in gauze. He winces a bit when he wraps up his side.
Phoenix is using nutmeg to make cookies. He breathes in the spices with a smile.
Ladon is with his dragon, Stormcutter, outside. They are sitting next to a campfire cooking up some fish.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods slowly, taking off his red velvet gloves looking at his hands "It won't happen again, probably." He puts the gloves in his pockets, sheathing the sickle and dagger.
"I would, but whatever was there has been destroyed by something."
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.)
*Mornin' bud, chum, pal*
Akira watches them from an unseen location, finally used to his Sharigan eye, able to see almost anything now.
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.)
*Jobah, wanna rp too? If so, do you want to have any particular characters?*
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.)
Ladon tosses his dragon a raw fish as Stormcutter gulps it down quickly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kelipso nods. Gordon runs over, barking happily.
"... Have you tried any spells to reverse the time for that area?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*how you doin?*
Loriche, as she often ends up doing, takes up her arms and starts following the smoke trail to find its source.
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.
The designs all have little notes written in the margins- all of it in KK's handwriting- with messages such as 'sewing nightmare to make, but it'll look cool', 'antennae for radio connection', and 'maybe 4 less arms'. At times, they seem more like blueprints than drawings, as if she was planning on actually making these terrifying things a reality.
Kiko also looks at a few of the drawings, thinking about something.
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)
*mn..*
She eventually comes across the two of them. The viking wrapped in his fur cloak and his black and green speckled dragon eating raw fish
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I see. I hear so many people talk about the gods, but I never feel like I understand ‘em any better. How many even are there?”
“So… what can I do?”
*right now Riotan is kind of reminding me of Princess Snake from dbza*
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.
He looks at both of them curiously, using Kamui on the fish once he gets close enough.
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.)
*[hug]*
She keeps her distance, more than a little wary of the dragon.
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.
He tilts his head "You are very good at these, could rival the greats." he says, setting the appears down.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]