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
*Tired. Cold. eeeeee.*
"If you let me throw it at you, can I pay you?" She asks.
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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.
Broly 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.
Thirteen is nearby, reading and listening.
Loriche hears the cackling and heads over with interest, excited by the prospect of forging.
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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.
*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?*
*sure!*
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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.
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."
He nods "I practice magic but in a different way"
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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
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.
He shrugs, the bones in his neck visibly realigning themselves as he turns his head to them "I won't tell you not to, a free drink is a free drink, and you don't seem stupid enough to try and poison me."
His eyes widen in surprise for a moment, before making a wide genuine grin "YER DOIN' GREAT, HONEY!" He says, amazed by the things she is capable of doing.
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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
*Tired. Cold. eeeeee.*
"If you let me throw it at you, can I pay you?" She asks.
*Me too. Also, question.*
Leo cracks a crazy smile. "How much?"
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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*
*Ok, I have a base idea. Could I abduct you and a few others for a test run in the PM's?*
*sure!*
(I'll tag along)
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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
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.
Broly 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.
Thirteen is nearby, reading and listening.
Loriche hears the cackling and heads over with interest, excited by the prospect of forging.
The Herald, turning his head lightly in Thirteen's direction. The tendrils of fabric writhe about.
Stroth grins "HIIIIIIII"
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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.
"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!!"
KK seems equally ecstatic. "Perfect! Let's do this, then!!"
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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'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.
He shrugs, the bones in his neck visibly realigning themselves as he turns his head to them "I won't tell you not to, a free drink is a free drink, and you don't seem stupid enough to try and poison me."
His eyes widen in surprise for a moment, before making a wide genuine grin "YER DOIN' GREAT, HONEY!" He says, amazed by the things she is capable of doing.
"Don't test me. It would be a good laugh for me." he chuckles and orders a round of shots for both of them.
She cackles madly, hugging him before going back to work.
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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.
Broly 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.
Thirteen is nearby, reading and listening.
Loriche hears the cackling and heads over with interest, excited by the prospect of forging.
The Herald, turning his head lightly in Thirteen's direction. The tendrils of fabric writhe about.
Stroth grins "HIIIIIIII"
“Yes?” He asks politely.
“Oh hey!” She waves at Stroth cheerfully. “Whatcha making?”
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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.
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
*Tired. Cold. eeeeee.*
"If you let me throw it at you, can I pay you?" She asks.
*Me too. Also, question.*
Leo cracks a crazy smile. "How much?"
*Shore wassup.*
"Five hundred gold coins or my enchanted artificer's tools" she offers.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
He shrugs, the bones in his neck visibly realigning themselves as he turns his head to them "I won't tell you not to, a free drink is a free drink, and you don't seem stupid enough to try and poison me."
His eyes widen in surprise for a moment, before making a wide genuine grin "YER DOIN' GREAT, HONEY!" He says, amazed by the things she is capable of doing.
"Don't test me. It would be a good laugh for me." he chuckles and orders a round of shots for both of them.
She cackles madly, hugging him before going back to work.
"Try it if you want, if you hadn't noticed, killing me is pretty difficult." He takes the round of shots, downing his half in quick order.
He hugs her back, walking over for a closer look, not understanding much, but here for her.
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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.'
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."
He nods "I practice magic but in a different way"
"Interesting. How so?"
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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.
Broly 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.
Thirteen is nearby, reading and listening.
Loriche hears the cackling and heads over with interest, excited by the prospect of forging.
The Herald, turning his head lightly in Thirteen's direction. The tendrils of fabric writhe about.
Stroth grins "HIIIIIIII"
“Yes?” He asks politely.
“Oh hey!” She waves at Stroth cheerfully. “Whatcha making?”
"Rude to listen in y'know." He says, chuckling.
"Really dense ball. Gonna see if I can make a tiny planet."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*Tired. Cold. eeeeee.*
"If you let me throw it at you, can I pay you?" She asks.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Thirteen is nearby, reading and listening.
Loriche hears the cackling and heads over with interest, excited by the prospect of forging.
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 wanna play with Herald since I don't think I've met them before and they seem really cool, but I also wanna try and intro a character of mine.*
*So, how should we do this...?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*sure!*
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 "I practice magic but in a different way"
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
He shrugs, the bones in his neck visibly realigning themselves as he turns his head to them "I won't tell you not to, a free drink is a free drink, and you don't seem stupid enough to try and poison me."
His eyes widen in surprise for a moment, before making a wide genuine grin "YER DOIN' GREAT, HONEY!" He says, amazed by the things she is capable of doing.
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.)
*Me too. Also, question.*
Leo cracks a crazy smile. "How much?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(I'll tag along)
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
The Herald, turning his head lightly in Thirteen's direction. The tendrils of fabric writhe about.
Stroth grins "HIIIIIIII"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
KK seems equally ecstatic. "Perfect! Let's do this, then!!"
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, question for the entire group here, besides Jobah and Moony. Who would be willing to help me test run a Jurassic World Themed Tavern in PM's?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hmmmm, write up a character and I'll have him interact with them. The Herald is like Ghostface and likes to manipulate people to further his works.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Does anyone else want to rp, other than Wendi and Yvonne?*
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.)
"Don't test me. It would be a good laugh for me." he chuckles and orders a round of shots for both of them.
She cackles madly, hugging him before going back to work.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cut for Merabelle and Omori*
"Well, it was an alias of sorts, so that was partly the point." She lets out a sort of half-laugh. "Helped with the whole exacting revenge thing."
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?” He asks politely.
“Oh hey!” She waves at Stroth cheerfully. “Whatcha making?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Shore wassup.*
"Five hundred gold coins or my enchanted artificer's tools" she offers.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Try it if you want, if you hadn't noticed, killing me is pretty difficult." He takes the round of shots, downing his half in quick order.
He hugs her back, walking over for a closer look, not understanding much, but here for her.
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.)
"Interesting. How so?"
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)
"Rude to listen in y'know." He says, chuckling.
"Really dense ball. Gonna see if I can make a tiny planet."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]