KK is walking through the woods, faintly humming an old tune to herself.
*Good morning, how are you?*
They heard the sound of fighting nearby, the smell of blood in the air.
*I'm doing okay. A little tired, but nothing outside the ordinary. How are you?*
She rushes to the source of the sound, more curious than worried.
*Like I always am, you know how it is.*
They find Merabelle fighting to large demons, and crushing them with strength, her skin black light the night sky, stars twinkling within, her fangs and claws sharp. Her tail slashing and her new, matching night black wings flapping. She is bleeding heavily, and there are many demon corpses on the ground.
Without a moment's hesitation, KK rushes in to help Merabelle. Odds are, KK can't do much to he demons themselves, but she can at least help the one who can survive the encounter- at the very least, she can take an attack or two for Merabelle.
The remaining demons don't seem that strong, seriously hurt by Merabelle, who is also bleeding pretty bad. When she sees KK, she softly smiles before tearing one of the demon's throats out, the other demon knowing they can't win this fight with another person there, turning into ash and disappearing.
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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 outside the Inn, exhausted from staying up for almost the whole night practicing magic. She sits in the same spot where Traitor used to sharpen her claws, reading her book.
KK is walking through the woods, faintly humming an old tune to herself.
Isaac walks out of the tavern with a large book in his hand
She looks up from her reading material, tiredly smiling. "Hello. What's the book about?" She inquires, her eyes glancing over at the book in his hand.
KK is walking through the woods, faintly humming an old tune to herself.
*Good morning, how are you?*
They heard the sound of fighting nearby, the smell of blood in the air.
*I'm doing okay. A little tired, but nothing outside the ordinary. How are you?*
She rushes to the source of the sound, more curious than worried.
*Like I always am, you know how it is.*
They find Merabelle fighting to large demons, and crushing them with strength, her skin black light the night sky, stars twinkling within, her fangs and claws sharp. Her tail slashing and her new, matching night black wings flapping. She is bleeding heavily, and there are many demon corpses on the ground.
Without a moment's hesitation, KK rushes in to help Merabelle. Odds are, KK can't do much to he demons themselves, but she can at least help the one who can survive the encounter- at the very least, she can take an attack or two for Merabelle.
The remaining demons don't seem that strong, seriously hurt by Merabelle, who is also bleeding pretty bad. When she sees KK, she softly smiles before tearing one of the demon's throats out, the other demon knowing they can't win this fight with another person there, turning into ash and disappearing.
She relaxes just a tiny bit upon seeing the remaining demon retreat, before going over to Merabelle, softly smiling back despite a clear expression of worry on her face. "Should I fetch someone with healing magic for you?"
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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 outside the Inn, exhausted from staying up for almost the whole night practicing magic. She sits in the same spot where Traitor used to sharpen her claws, reading her book.
KK is walking through the woods, faintly humming an old tune to herself.
Isaac walks out of the tavern with a large book in his hand
She looks up from her reading material, tiredly smiling. "Hello. What's the book about?" She inquires, her eyes glancing over at the book in his hand.
"it's an old myth" he sits down next to her
"Interesting... which one?" She glances between his tome of knowledge and her own.
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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 relaxes just a tiny bit upon seeing the remaining demon retreat, before going over to Merabelle, softly smiling back despite a clear expression of worry on her face. "Should I fetch someone with healing magic for you?"
She shakes his head, sitting down and breathing heavily, exhausted from the fight, beginning to heal herself with Druidic magic "Don't worry 'bout me none. I'll heal, but I ain't sure the others can fight off their demons." She sighs, "The Valentines ain't playin' anymore."
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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 outside the Inn, exhausted from staying up for almost the whole night practicing magic. She sits in the same spot where Traitor used to sharpen her claws, reading her book.
KK is walking through the woods, faintly humming an old tune to herself.
Isaac walks out of the tavern with a large book in his hand
She looks up from her reading material, tiredly smiling. "Hello. What's the book about?" She inquires, her eyes glancing over at the book in his hand.
"it's an old myth" he sits down next to her
"Interesting... which one?" She glances between his tome of knowledge and her own.
"one you probably haven't heard of. I would tell you the title but," he shows her the front of the book, which is blank "I don't know it"
She relaxes just a tiny bit upon seeing the remaining demon retreat, before going over to Merabelle, softly smiling back despite a clear expression of worry on her face. "Should I fetch someone with healing magic for you?"
She shakes his head, sitting down and breathing heavily, exhausted from the fight, beginning to heal herself with Druidic magic "Don't worry 'bout me none. I'll heal, but I ain't sure the others can fight off their demons." She sighs, "The Valentines ain't playin' anymore."
"Where are the others right now? Odds are, they'd stand a much better chance against whatever the Valentines throw at them as a group."
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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 relaxes just a tiny bit upon seeing the remaining demon retreat, before going over to Merabelle, softly smiling back despite a clear expression of worry on her face. "Should I fetch someone with healing magic for you?"
She shakes his head, sitting down and breathing heavily, exhausted from the fight, beginning to heal herself with Druidic magic "Don't worry 'bout me none. I'll heal, but I ain't sure the others can fight off their demons." She sighs, "The Valentines ain't playin' anymore."
"Where are the others right now? Odds are, they'd stand a much better chance against whatever the Valentines throw at them as a group."
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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 relaxes just a tiny bit upon seeing the remaining demon retreat, before going over to Merabelle, softly smiling back despite a clear expression of worry on her face. "Should I fetch someone with healing magic for you?"
She shakes his head, sitting down and breathing heavily, exhausted from the fight, beginning to heal herself with Druidic magic "Don't worry 'bout me none. I'll heal, but I ain't sure the others can fight off their demons." She sighs, "The Valentines ain't playin' anymore."
"Where are the others right now? Odds are, they'd stand a much better chance against whatever the Valentines throw at them as a group."
"Thane an' Sparrow are usually around the Inn, did ya see either of 'em? 'Er did ya see Arthur?" She says, continuing to heal her wounds, there being lots of them.
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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.'
She relaxes just a tiny bit upon seeing the remaining demon retreat, before going over to Merabelle, softly smiling back despite a clear expression of worry on her face. "Should I fetch someone with healing magic for you?"
She shakes his head, sitting down and breathing heavily, exhausted from the fight, beginning to heal herself with Druidic magic "Don't worry 'bout me none. I'll heal, but I ain't sure the others can fight off their demons." She sighs, "The Valentines ain't playin' anymore."
"Where are the others right now? Odds are, they'd stand a much better chance against whatever the Valentines throw at them as a group."
"Thane an' Sparrow are usually around the Inn, did ya see either of 'em? 'Er did ya see Arthur?" She says, continuing to heal her wounds, there being lots of them.
"I think I might have saw Arthur earlier, not entirely sure, but I know I didn't see Thane or Sparrow."
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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 outside the Inn, exhausted from staying up for almost the whole night practicing magic. She sits in the same spot where Traitor used to sharpen her claws, reading her book.
KK is walking through the woods, faintly humming an old tune to herself.
Isaac walks out of the tavern with a large book in his hand
She looks up from her reading material, tiredly smiling. "Hello. What's the book about?" She inquires, her eyes glancing over at the book in his hand.
"it's an old myth" he sits down next to her
"Interesting... which one?" She glances between his tome of knowledge and her own.
"one you probably haven't heard of. I would tell you the title but," he shows her the front of the book, which is blank "I don't know it"
"Curiouser and curiouser..." She mutters to herself, 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)
Theren, Phoenix, and Leo are standing in the woods, staring at a pile of corpses. Behind them stands the bone white, three eyed figure. The trio is covered in blood, their weapons slick in it as well. It chitters quietly as the whites of the trios eyes show, making them turn to it.
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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.
Theren, Phoenix, and Leo are standing in the woods, staring at a pile of corpses. Behind them stands the bone white, three eyed figure. The trio is covered in blood, their weapons slick in it as well. It chitters quietly as the whites of the trios eyes show, making them turn to it.
*Was the funny sleep a good sleep? Also, do you want any of mine?*
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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.'
Theren, Phoenix, and Leo are standing in the woods, staring at a pile of corpses. Behind them stands the bone white, three eyed figure. The trio is covered in blood, their weapons slick in it as well. It chitters quietly as the whites of the trios eyes show, making them turn to it.
*Was the funny sleep a good sleep? Also, do you want any of mine?*
*It was a strange sleep. Also yes please, choose whoever for this*
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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.
Theren, Phoenix, and Leo are standing in the woods, staring at a pile of corpses. Behind them stands the bone white, three eyed figure. The trio is covered in blood, their weapons slick in it as well. It chitters quietly as the whites of the trios eyes show, making them turn to it.
Akira happens to always be nearby when things end up going down, so he makes his way over, though he remains hidden, watching for now, the string on his bow drawn as he aims for the creature's head.
The remaining demons don't seem that strong, seriously hurt by Merabelle, who is also bleeding pretty bad. When she sees KK, she softly smiles before tearing one of the demon's throats out, the other demon knowing they can't win this fight with another person there, turning into ash and disappearing.
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's an old myth" he sits down next to her
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
She relaxes just a tiny bit upon seeing the remaining demon retreat, before going over to Merabelle, softly smiling back despite a clear expression of worry on her face. "Should I fetch someone with healing magic for you?"
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)
"Interesting... which one?" She glances between his tome of knowledge and her own.
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 shakes his head, sitting down and breathing heavily, exhausted from the fight, beginning to heal herself with Druidic magic "Don't worry 'bout me none. I'll heal, but I ain't sure the others can fight off their demons." She sighs, "The Valentines ain't playin' anymore."
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.)
"one you probably haven't heard of. I would tell you the title but," he shows her the front of the book, which is blank "I don't know it"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
"Where are the others right now? Odds are, they'd stand a much better chance against whatever the Valentines throw at them as a group."
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)
"Where are the others right now? Odds are, they'd stand a much better chance against whatever the Valentines throw at them as a group."
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)
"Thane an' Sparrow are usually around the Inn, did ya see either of 'em? 'Er did ya see Arthur?" She says, continuing to heal her wounds, there being lots of them.
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 think I might have saw Arthur earlier, not entirely sure, but I know I didn't see Thane or Sparrow."
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)
"Curiouser and curiouser..." She mutters to herself, 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)
"That ain't good, if ya ain't seem 'em, an' ya ain't hear 'em, then somethin' happened to 'em."
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.)
"That... that is a likely possibility. Let's head back to the Inn- maybe they left 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)
*morning y'all. I had a funny sleep.*
Theren, Phoenix, and Leo are standing in the woods, staring at a pile of corpses. Behind them stands the bone white, three eyed figure. The trio is covered in blood, their weapons slick in it as well. It chitters quietly as the whites of the trios eyes show, making them turn to it.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She stands up shakily, still tired but healed now "Let's get goin', one of 'em had to. Right?"
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.)
*Was the funny sleep a good sleep? Also, do you want any of mine?*
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, surely one of them had to." She starts walking back, glancing behind herself to be sure of if Merabelle is following.
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)
*It was a strange sleep. Also yes please, choose whoever for this*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Merabelle is following, her claws retracting and her skin changing back to normal, her wings disappearing as well.
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.)
Akira happens to always be nearby when things end up going down, so he makes his way over, though he remains hidden, watching for now, the string on his bow drawn as he aims for the creature's head.
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.)