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?"
"I use tools to cast or make spells instead of casting them innately or from a book"
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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
"Unfortunately. However, torture might be an option. But the keyword there is 'might'." He drinks the shots by pouring them into the eyeholes.
"I am gonna try and create a tiny planet." She explains "But it needs the right density to have its own gravity"
He looks to them, confused for a moment before continuing to drink, he's seen weirder "What were you doing with that kid over there."
His eyes widen again, before he laughs "Yer gonna make a [gp]in' planet? I can't do anythin' to deserve ya." He rubs his chin, thinking of something he could do to help.
"Not my child. My clientele must be 18 or older, I refuse to do work with people under that." he explains, chuckling "He needs my help killing his father."
"Tiny planet, we'll see if it even works." She grins.
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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?"
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.
*Could I perchance abduct you to help me test out a tavern in PM's?*
"The tools and that's a deal!"
*I would do it but I unfortunately know nothing of the Jurrasic park stuff.*
She grins and picks up the ball before it can break a layer of bedrock.
*Ah. Its basically just dinosaurs loose on an island. Eating people. Stuff like that*
"HIT ME!" he shouts, arms open
*Huh. Interesting. I shall try but I know nothing :]*
She throws it but, because its so dense, it falls not even a few centimeters from her. She makes a soft, sad 'awwwww' noise.
*Okie dokie. Thank you buddy :]*
Leo frowns, getting closer. "Try again!"
"Thats the issue, its reallt dense. It might not even be able to be thrown.." She huffs,
"hmmm. what if you drop it on me!"
*its up :]*
"That could work but I would rather not damage you're brain." She shrugs.
*okie :]*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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."
She chuckles "I bet it did, hard to hurt someone without their real name huh? Made it easier for you ta get close an' all that." She picks one of the flowers, a black rose, and puts it in her own hair "Do ya want one?"
"Sure!" She replies, grinning.
She picks another one, a stark white lily, putting it in her hair gingerly.
Given Omori's 'hair' is composed of numerous inky tentacles, it's a bit tricky to find a place where the flower stays put, but it doesn't take long. She seems overjoyed. "Thank you! It looks wonderful!"
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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)
"Unfortunately. However, torture might be an option. But the keyword there is 'might'." He drinks the shots by pouring them into the eyeholes.
"I am gonna try and create a tiny planet." She explains "But it needs the right density to have its own gravity"
He looks to them, confused for a moment before continuing to drink, he's seen weirder "What were you doing with that kid over there."
His eyes widen again, before he laughs "Yer gonna make a [gp]in' planet? I can't do anythin' to deserve ya." He rubs his chin, thinking of something he could do to help.
"Not my child. My clientele must be 18 or older, I refuse to do work with people under that." he explains, chuckling "He needs my help killing his father."
"Tiny planet, we'll see if it even works." She grins.
"Why don't you just do it for him? Why doesn't he just kill his dad himself, some people are so lazy." He says, tapping the empty glass against the counter.
"I know it'll work, you're the smartest person I'll ever meet."
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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.'
"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."
She chuckles "I bet it did, hard to hurt someone without their real name huh? Made it easier for you ta get close an' all that." She picks one of the flowers, a black rose, and puts it in her own hair "Do ya want one?"
"Sure!" She replies, grinning.
She picks another one, a stark white lily, putting it in her hair gingerly.
Given Omori's 'hair' is composed of numerous inky tentacles, it's a bit tricky to find a place where the flower stays put, but it doesn't take long. She seems overjoyed. "Thank you! It looks wonderful!"
She smiles softly at them, like a proud mother would at their child "It does look wonderful, sweetheart, you don't have ta thank me fer that."
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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.'
*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...?*
*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.*
*Sounds good. Oh, and I'm using the Illrigger class! Not with a standard PC, but still.*
In one hand she holds a lantern with a glowing, beating heart inside of it, in the other is an oversized cigar on an even larger holder, as if a fancy lady from the 1920s wanted to bludgeon people. On her back is a massive axe of living meat and fat, decorated in gold and blood-red ribbons, matching the breastplate and flamboyant clothing wrapped around her own overlarge frame.
The golden boar woman is massive, standing at about 11 feet and built like an ogre. She moves a ringed trotter to her face, takes a drag from her white-hot cigar, and blows out some multicolored smoke into the crisp winter air. She then places the lantern into her striped tophat and moves her hand in a commanding gesture, causing the snow in the forest to melt as carnival tents begin to set themselves up, similar heart lanterns casting a red glow over the encampment of debauchery.
Any vice can be indulged here, assuming no one gets... well, as long as everyone consents to getting hurt. The ringmaster nods and makes her way toward the tavern as various carnival monsters appear from the tents to hawk and advertise, kept warm by the molten fat pumping underneath their feet and the hot light from the lanterns.
Dracula walks over, picking up a book on the ground "What are you doing? If you don't mind my asking?"
He nods respectfully "Of course sir, you are quite competent yourself." He walks over to the refrigerator "What are you making exactly, sir?"
"Homework." he grumbles.
"Red velvet bundt cake." he says, his British accent breaking through
"Do you want any help? I'm pretty decent in any subject."
He raises an eyebrow, grabbing everything he needs to have out "British? Hmm, you seem like a soldier, British Secret Service myself. Supernatural division."
*Want to continue Theren*
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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.'
Dracula walks over, picking up a book on the ground "What are you doing? If you don't mind my asking?"
He nods respectfully "Of course sir, you are quite competent yourself." He walks over to the refrigerator "What are you making exactly, sir?"
"Homework." he grumbles.
"Red velvet bundt cake." he says, his British accent breaking through
"Do you want any help? I'm pretty decent in any subject."
He raises an eyebrow, grabbing everything he needs to have out "British? Hmm, you seem like a soldier, British Secret Service myself. Supernatural division."
*Want to continue Theren*
*Not rn. My brain is hardwired on this pm rn*
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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.
"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."
She chuckles "I bet it did, hard to hurt someone without their real name huh? Made it easier for you ta get close an' all that." She picks one of the flowers, a black rose, and puts it in her own hair "Do ya want one?"
"Sure!" She replies, grinning.
She picks another one, a stark white lily, putting it in her hair gingerly.
Given Omori's 'hair' is composed of numerous inky tentacles, it's a bit tricky to find a place where the flower stays put, but it doesn't take long. She seems overjoyed. "Thank you! It looks wonderful!"
She smiles softly at them, like a proud mother would at their child "It does look wonderful, sweetheart, you don't have ta thank me fer that."
The little shadow-creature smiles back. "Those runes that made the plants grow, that was druidic magic, yes?"
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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)
*Okay! Adding you right now!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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
"Not my child. My clientele must be 18 or older, I refuse to do work with people under that." he explains, chuckling "He needs my help killing his father."
"Tiny planet, we'll see if it even works." She grins.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Alrighty. Goobers that are participating. its up :]*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That could work but I would rather not damage you're brain." She shrugs.
*okie :]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Awwww mannn...."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Given Omori's 'hair' is composed of numerous inky tentacles, it's a bit tricky to find a place where the flower stays put, but it doesn't take long. She seems overjoyed. "Thank you! It looks wonderful!"
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 then you can't heal and stuff."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Crush my leg then!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Why don't you just do it for him? Why doesn't he just kill his dad himself, some people are so lazy." He says, tapping the empty glass against the counter.
"I know it'll work, you're the smartest person I'll ever meet."
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.)
*I will be back my loves*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She smiles softly at them, like a proud mother would at their child "It does look wonderful, sweetheart, you don't have ta thank me fer 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.)
*Sounds good. Oh, and I'm using the Illrigger class! Not with a standard PC, but still.*
In one hand she holds a lantern with a glowing, beating heart inside of it, in the other is an oversized cigar on an even larger holder, as if a fancy lady from the 1920s wanted to bludgeon people. On her back is a massive axe of living meat and fat, decorated in gold and blood-red ribbons, matching the breastplate and flamboyant clothing wrapped around her own overlarge frame.
The golden boar woman is massive, standing at about 11 feet and built like an ogre. She moves a ringed trotter to her face, takes a drag from her white-hot cigar, and blows out some multicolored smoke into the crisp winter air. She then places the lantern into her striped tophat and moves her hand in a commanding gesture, causing the snow in the forest to melt as carnival tents begin to set themselves up, similar heart lanterns casting a red glow over the encampment of debauchery.
Any vice can be indulged here, assuming no one gets... well, as long as everyone consents to getting hurt. The ringmaster nods and makes her way toward the tavern as various carnival monsters appear from the tents to hawk and advertise, kept warm by the molten fat pumping underneath their feet and the hot light from the lanterns.
*Anyone can interact with this, by the way.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey Baalze, I have a question for ya*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Want to continue Theren*
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?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Could yeh help me test run a Tavern idea in pms?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Not rn. My brain is hardwired on this pm rn*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The little shadow-creature smiles back. "Those runes that made the plants grow, that was druidic magic, yes?"
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)
*Sure, but I'm not a Jurassic World aficionado so I might not be as much help as the others. Not saying I'm not interested, just giving a warning.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.