*So I'm currently re-watching Jurassic World. And I had the silly little idea of making a Tavern based off of it. Is this dumb or do you think it would work?*
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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.
Omori is trying her best to write down arcane sigils on paper using the book she found. It looks like she's been at this for a while.
KK is outside the Inn, looking for Stroth.
Stroth is being a weird creature and crawling around inside a randoms house to scare the crap out of them.
KK adds an ambiance of crackling static and distorted music to contribute to the fear factor to Stroth's shenannigans, hiding from immediate view.
Stroth jumps down at the end of a hallway, cackling madly. The couple and their child run out of the house, screaming. Stroth laughs and wipes her eye, looking around "Thanks KK!"
KK practically erupts with the laughter she's been holding in while trying to stay stealthy. "Glad I could help!"
*You up for continuing this, Wendi?*
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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)
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Omori is trying her best to write down arcane sigils on paper using the book she found. It looks like she's been at this for a while.
KK is outside the Inn, looking for Stroth.
Stroth is being a weird creature and crawling around inside a randoms house to scare the crap out of them.
KK adds an ambiance of crackling static and distorted music to contribute to the fear factor to Stroth's shenannigans, hiding from immediate view.
Stroth jumps down at the end of a hallway, cackling madly. The couple and their child run out of the house, screaming. Stroth laughs and wipes her eye, looking around "Thanks KK!"
KK practically erupts with the laughter she's been holding in while trying to stay stealthy. "Glad I could help!"
*You up for continuing this, Wendi?*
*Yerp!*
"Whats up?" she walks over, hands in her pockets.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
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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.
"More like the choice was made for me. Still, I should be able to avoid working for someone like that again. Probably."
"Best you're out of that situation now, because you are out of that right?" She says, the runes they drew beginning to grow in the dirt.
"Oh, yeah. Exacted revenge and everything. She won't be causing wanton destruction anymore." She grins to herself, revealing serrated teeth.
She smiles softly at them again, happy to hear that it seems "Good, nobody would want any of that happenin' again." Plants seem to begin growing in the dirt around them.
"Yeah, nobody wants that." She watches the plants growing for a moment. "Apologies, that was a lot to tell a stranger unprompted. I'm T- er, I'm Omori. What's your name?"
She chuckles, beaming "Merabelle, some people call me the Black Blood, but they call me that fer different reasons, don't worry about it none. Ya can tell me whatever ya like, I like listening."
"Some people used to call me Traitor, though that's also for different reasons. It's very nice to meet you, Merabelle." She replies, chuckling a bit as well.
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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)
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
She whips around "WATCH!!" she throws it to the ground with a solid thump. It suddenly begins to sink, extremely heavy and causing the ground to get smooshed under it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Victor walks into the tavern to grab himself a drink, both of his arms are mangled beyond repair, and his neck is tilted unnaturally, but he doesn't seem to mind it, more bored than anything. The arms repair themselves, and he then sets his neck back into place with a loud CRUNCH!
Sparrow is standing nearby, having a smoke from one of his infernal cigarettes and watching his girlfriend have fun with a soft smile on his face. Wondering how it ended up with such an amazing woman.
Omori is on the roof of the Inn, looking through a large old-looking tome.
Isaac sits down next to her
She doesn't immediately notice Issac, deep in her reading material.
He taps her shoulder "hello"
She flinches, looking around a moment before realizing it's just him. "Hi, Isaac! How's it been?"
"It has been alright. what are you reading"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Omori is trying her best to write down arcane sigils on paper using the book she found. It looks like she's been at this for a while.
KK is outside the Inn, looking for Stroth.
Stroth is being a weird creature and crawling around inside a randoms house to scare the crap out of them.
KK adds an ambiance of crackling static and distorted music to contribute to the fear factor to Stroth's shenannigans, hiding from immediate view.
Stroth jumps down at the end of a hallway, cackling madly. The couple and their child run out of the house, screaming. Stroth laughs and wipes her eye, looking around "Thanks KK!"
KK practically erupts with the laughter she's been holding in while trying to stay stealthy. "Glad I could help!"
*You up for continuing this, Wendi?*
*Yerp!*
"Whats up?" she walks over, hands in her pockets.
"I... I think I'm ready. For the soul transfer thing to the new body, I mean. Whenever it works best for you." She seems nervous, but has a sense of determination about her as well.
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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)
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Isaac heads over "what are you making?"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"More like the choice was made for me. Still, I should be able to avoid working for someone like that again. Probably."
"Best you're out of that situation now, because you are out of that right?" She says, the runes they drew beginning to grow in the dirt.
"Oh, yeah. Exacted revenge and everything. She won't be causing wanton destruction anymore." She grins to herself, revealing serrated teeth.
She smiles softly at them again, happy to hear that it seems "Good, nobody would want any of that happenin' again." Plants seem to begin growing in the dirt around them.
"Yeah, nobody wants that." She watches the plants growing for a moment. "Apologies, that was a lot to tell a stranger unprompted. I'm T- er, I'm Omori. What's your name?"
She chuckles, beaming "Merabelle, some people call me the Black Blood, but they call me that fer different reasons, don't worry about it none. Ya can tell me whatever ya like, I like listening."
"Some people used to call me Traitor, though that's also for different reasons. It's very nice to meet you, Merabelle." She replies, chuckling a bit as well.
"Real nice to meet you as well, little sweetheart." She holds out her hand to shake "Anyone who has called ya Traitor must not know who ya really are."
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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.'
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
She whips around "WATCH!!" she throws it to the ground with a solid thump. It suddenly begins to sink, extremely heavy and causing the ground to get smooshed under it.
*Also, hi, how've you been?*
"That's one dense sphere." he says, poking it with a stick
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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 I'm currently re-watching Jurassic World. And I had the silly little idea of making a Tavern based off of it. Is this dumb or do you think it would work?*
*It sounds fun but its overall success and staying power might depend on how you design 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.
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Victor walks into the tavern to grab himself a drink, both of his arms are mangled beyond repair, and his neck is tilted unnaturally, but he doesn't seem to mind it, more bored than anything. The arms repair themselves, and he then sets his neck back into place with a loud CRUNCH!
Sparrow is standing nearby, having a smoke from one of his infernal cigarettes and watching his girlfriend have fun with a soft smile on his face. Wondering how it ended up with such an amazing woman.
The Herald's eyes look up from the annoyance that is a human being, watching them walk over to the bar. He exhales smoke from the eyehole and stands up.
"Hey?!" The man says, looking confused. Herald tilts his head and shrugs "Sorry, more interesting things walked in." he says and walks over to Victor, sliding up beside him "Mind if I pay?"
She whips around, grinning "WATCH THIS!!!". She throws the ball to the ground and giggles madly. It begins to sink into the dirt slowly, heavier than the weight of anything.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*So I'm currently re-watching Jurassic World. And I had the silly little idea of making a Tavern based off of it. Is this dumb or do you think it would work?*
*It sounds fun but its overall success and staying power might depend on how you design it*
*Ok, I have a base idea. Could I abduct you and a few others for a test run in the PM's?*
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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.
Omori is trying her best to write down arcane sigils on paper using the book she found. It looks like she's been at this for a while.
KK is outside the Inn, looking for Stroth.
Stroth is being a weird creature and crawling around inside a randoms house to scare the crap out of them.
KK adds an ambiance of crackling static and distorted music to contribute to the fear factor to Stroth's shenannigans, hiding from immediate view.
Stroth jumps down at the end of a hallway, cackling madly. The couple and their child run out of the house, screaming. Stroth laughs and wipes her eye, looking around "Thanks KK!"
KK practically erupts with the laughter she's been holding in while trying to stay stealthy. "Glad I could help!"
*You up for continuing this, Wendi?*
*Yerp!*
"Whats up?" she walks over, hands in her pockets.
"I... I think I'm ready. For the soul transfer thing to the new body, I mean. Whenever it works best for you." She seems nervous, but has a sense of determination about her as well.
She grins, clapping her hands "PERFECT! WE CAN DO IT NOW!!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Isaac heads over "what are you making?"
She holds up the ball and grins
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Omori is on the roof of the Inn, looking through a large old-looking tome.
Isaac sits down next to her
She doesn't immediately notice Issac, deep in her reading material.
He taps her shoulder "hello"
She flinches, looking around a moment before realizing it's just him. "Hi, Isaac! How's it been?"
"It has been alright. what are you reading"
She turns the book to show Isaac its cover, which reads "A Beginner's Guide to Magic and Wizardy" in faded text. "Wanted to practice magic, so I figured I'd learn a bit about 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)
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*So I'm currently re-watching Jurassic World. And I had the silly little idea of making a Tavern based off of it. Is this dumb or do you think it would work?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She flinches, looking around a moment before realizing it's just him. "Hi, Isaac! How's it been?"
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 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)
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Yerp!*
"Whats up?" she walks over, hands in her pockets.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Some people used to call me Traitor, though that's also for different reasons. It's very nice to meet you, Merabelle." She replies, chuckling a bit as well.
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 whips around "WATCH!!" she throws it to the ground with a solid thump. It suddenly begins to sink, extremely heavy and causing the ground to get smooshed under it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Victor walks into the tavern to grab himself a drink, both of his arms are mangled beyond repair, and his neck is tilted unnaturally, but he doesn't seem to mind it, more bored than anything. The arms repair themselves, and he then sets his neck back into place with a loud CRUNCH!
Sparrow is standing nearby, having a smoke from one of his infernal cigarettes and watching his girlfriend have fun with a soft smile on his face. Wondering how it ended up with such an amazing woman.
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.)
"It has been alright. what are you reading"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"I... I think I'm ready. For the soul transfer thing to the new body, I mean. Whenever it works best for you." She seems nervous, but has a sense of determination about her as well.
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)
Isaac heads over "what are you making?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"Real nice to meet you as well, little sweetheart." She holds out her hand to shake "Anyone who has called ya Traitor must not know who ya really are."
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.)
*Also, hi, how've you been?*
"That's one dense sphere." he says, poking it with a stick
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*It sounds fun but its overall success and staying power might depend on how you design 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.
The Herald's eyes look up from the annoyance that is a human being, watching them walk over to the bar. He exhales smoke from the eyehole and stands up.
"Hey?!" The man says, looking confused. Herald tilts his head and shrugs "Sorry, more interesting things walked in." he says and walks over to Victor, sliding up beside him "Mind if I pay?"
She whips around, grinning "WATCH THIS!!!". She throws the ball to the ground and giggles madly. It begins to sink into the dirt slowly, heavier than the weight of anything.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Ok, I have a base idea. Could I abduct you and a few others for a test run in the PM's?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She grins, clapping her hands "PERFECT! WE CAN DO IT NOW!!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She holds up the ball and grins
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She turns the book to show Isaac its cover, which reads "A Beginner's Guide to Magic and Wizardy" in faded text. "Wanted to practice magic, so I figured I'd learn a bit about 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)