William is still adjusting to the absence of hunger, which leaves him feeling disoriented and uneasy. In the busy tavern kitchen, he's juggling the task of baking five distinct types of bread simultaneously. The delightful aroma of freshly baked bread fills the air as William moves skillfully around the kitchen, tending to each loaf with precision and care. The crackling of the fire and the comforting scent of rising dough create a cozy atmosphere as William expertly navigates the kitchen, his focus unwavering despite his internal struggle.
Honeywhisker is nestled in a cozy blanket, emitting a soothing purr as she skillfully crafts necklaces for herself and potential acquaintances. Nearby, a hand-rolled cigarette rests in a crescent-shaped ashtray, releasing a sweet aroma that delights the senses. It mingles with the scent of sage from the incense burner.
Stroth perches in a tree, gazing down at the tavern below. She is clad in a shoulderless black sweater and a flowing black skirt with a slit running up the side. Her hair is pulled back into a tidy ponytail. In her hand, she delicately holds one of the blooms birthed from the blight, examining it. She is pondering what measures to take to safeguard it from further harm to its natural state.
"That doesn't meet that I can't help you. If I can't carry the worries of everyone on my back, what is the point of this strength at all? I need to be there for everyone, or I can't be there at all."
"Well, I would say that you need rest and care, but I'm not your mom. In the future, I'll call you if I need help. If knife guy comes back, I'll just relax and let you handle it. By the way, I made something for you. I wanted it to be spicy, but still taste good. I heard that red dragons like spicy food, but I realized halfway through my experiments that trying to impress you with that alone would be... foolhardy." He turns a knob on his bag and pulls out a huge, steaming hot bowl of spicy udon cioppino.
Cook's Utensils (if it's a nat 1 I can reroll): 30 + 7
*I'm on, and I have a fairly new character if you wanna rp.*
(Okay. Not sure how long I’m going to be on though so sorry if I disappear)
*Alrighty!*
Omori is walking around, occasionally slipping from one shadow into another, slithering into one as a roiling wave of inky darkness and reappearing at the next before assuming their humanoid form again.
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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 shakes his hand with both of hers. "It's very nice to meet you, Rag. I'm... I'm Omori." They seemed to hesitate for a second before giving their name, but don't seem to be paying it any mind.
He pulls his hand back after the shake "Omori is an amazing name. Why are you hesitate to say it? You said it like it was your real name, but there's something about your name you don't want to say."
"Well, it is my real name. It's also the name my boss called me before I was sent here. Pretty sure I didn't have a name before then, so that's the one I have now!"
"Do you like the name? Because that is what matters, if you don't like the name you could choose a different one, one that you do like." He says, really giving off dad energy.
"I... Yeah, I do kinda like it. Feels... familiar, almost." They have another bite of stew.
"That's good, then there must be some reason behind it. Nothing here is normal."
"I'm kinda used to things not being normal, so I might fit in well. Maybe." They stop for a second, thinking of something. "What brings you here, and on a similar note... where exactly is here?"
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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)
"Well, I didn't know that, actually. We haven't talked much. You're a great guy, but there are already a ton of people who rely on you and need your help more than I do."
"That doesn't meet that I can't help you. If I can't carry the worries of everyone on my back, what is the point of this strength at all? I need to be there for everyone, or I can't be there at all."
"Well, I would say that you need rest and care, but I'm not your mom. In the future, I'll call you if I need help. If knife guy comes back, I'll just relax and let you handle it. By the way, I made something for you. I wanted it to be spicy, but still taste good. I heard that red dragons like spicy food, but I realized halfway through my experiments that trying to impress you with that alone would be... foolhardy." He turns a knob on his bag and pulls out a huge, steaming hot bowl of spicy udon cioppino.
Cook's Utensils (if it's a nat 1 I can reroll): 30 + 7
He smells the food, better than the food he can make "Thank you for not trying to be my mother, because I don't need rest or care. I'm strong enough to support everyone that needs it." He seems to be salivating slightly at the smell. His head turns to that of a dragon's so he can smell it better.
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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'm on, and I have a fairly new character if you wanna rp.*
(Okay. Not sure how long I’m going to be on though so sorry if I disappear)
*Alrighty!*
Omori is walking around, occasionally slipping from one shadow into another, slithering into one as a roiling wave of inky darkness and reappearing at the next before assuming their humanoid form again.
They notice a small metal bird watching them
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
“This isn’t a shirt, you blind, fashionless fool.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. What happened? Or… should I not ask?”
"I'm the fashionless fool? I already told you you're a 6 at best." He takes his helmet off, revealing a handsome, although not as handsome as theirs, face and long black hair.
"They died in a battle, I survived said battle, it's not anything more than 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'm on, and I have a fairly new character if you wanna rp.*
(Okay. Not sure how long I’m going to be on though so sorry if I disappear)
*Alrighty!*
Omori is walking around, occasionally slipping from one shadow into another, slithering into one as a roiling wave of inky darkness and reappearing at the next before assuming their humanoid form again.
They notice a small metal bird watching them
She looks up at the bird, curious. Some of the eyes on her tentacle hair also fix their attention onto the small construct.
"Oh, hello there!"
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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)
"I'm kinda used to things not being normal, so I might fit in well. Maybe." They stop for a second, thinking of something. "What brings you here, and on a similar note... where exactly is here?"
"I am here because there are people here that want my help, so I help them. This is the Lord's Rest inn, a nexus for the most powerful beings in existence that isn't a divine war zone."
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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.'
William is still adjusting to the absence of hunger, which leaves him feeling disoriented and uneasy. In the busy tavern kitchen, he's juggling the task of baking five distinct types of bread simultaneously. The delightful aroma of freshly baked bread fills the air as William moves skillfully around the kitchen, tending to each loaf with precision and care. The crackling of the fire and the comforting scent of rising dough create a cozy atmosphere as William expertly navigates the kitchen, his focus unwavering despite his internal struggle.
Honeywhisker is nestled in a cozy blanket, emitting a soothing purr as she skillfully crafts necklaces for herself and potential acquaintances. Nearby, a hand-rolled cigarette rests in a crescent-shaped ashtray, releasing a sweet aroma that delights the senses. It mingles with the scent of sage from the incense burner.
Stroth perches in a tree, gazing down at the tavern below. She is clad in a shoulderless black sweater and a flowing black skirt with a slit running up the side. Her hair is pulled back into a tidy ponytail. In her hand, she delicately holds one of the blooms birthed from the blight, examining it. She is pondering what measures to take to safeguard it from further harm to its natural state.
Isaac is inside looking over the menu
Stroth sees a drone hovering near her
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*I'm on, and I have a fairly new character if you wanna rp.*
(Okay. Not sure how long I’m going to be on though so sorry if I disappear)
*Alrighty!*
Omori is walking around, occasionally slipping from one shadow into another, slithering into one as a roiling wave of inky darkness and reappearing at the next before assuming their humanoid form again.
They notice a small metal bird watching them
She looks up at the bird, curious. Some of the eyes on her tentacle hair also fix their attention onto the small construct.
"Oh, hello there!"
It waves at her with its wing and glides down towards her
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"Well, I would say that you need rest and care, but I'm not your mom. In the future, I'll call you if I need help. If knife guy comes back, I'll just relax and let you handle it. By the way, I made something for you. I wanted it to be spicy, but still taste good. I heard that red dragons like spicy food, but I realized halfway through my experiments that trying to impress you with that alone would be... foolhardy." He turns a knob on his bag and pulls out a huge, steaming hot bowl of spicy udon cioppino.
Cook's Utensils (if it's a nat 1 I can reroll): 30 + 7
He smells the food, better than the food he can make "Thank you for not trying to be my mother, because I don't need rest or care. I'm strong enough to support everyone that needs it." He seems to be salivating slightly at the smell. His head turns to that of a dragon's so he can smell it better.
Felix jots a bit, not expecting that, but he pulls out more food. Salamander (as in the elemental) fillets breaded with purple crumbs and fried in blessed lard.
William is still adjusting to the absence of hunger, which leaves him feeling disoriented and uneasy. In the busy tavern kitchen, he's juggling the task of baking five distinct types of bread simultaneously. The delightful aroma of freshly baked bread fills the air as William moves skillfully around the kitchen, tending to each loaf with precision and care. The crackling of the fire and the comforting scent of rising dough create a cozy atmosphere as William expertly navigates the kitchen, his focus unwavering despite his internal struggle.
Honeywhisker is nestled in a cozy blanket, emitting a soothing purr as she skillfully crafts necklaces for herself and potential acquaintances. Nearby, a hand-rolled cigarette rests in a crescent-shaped ashtray, releasing a sweet aroma that delights the senses. It mingles with the scent of sage from the incense burner.
Stroth perches in a tree, gazing down at the tavern below. She is clad in a shoulderless black sweater and a flowing black skirt with a slit running up the side. Her hair is pulled back into a tidy ponytail. In her hand, she delicately holds one of the blooms birthed from the blight, examining it. She is pondering what measures to take to safeguard it from further harm to its natural state.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I don't need to be strong, if I eat someone they stop existing forever!"
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.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Alrighty!*
Omori is walking around, occasionally slipping from one shadow into another, slithering into one as a roiling wave of inky darkness and reappearing at the next before assuming their humanoid form again.
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)
*Anyways, characters ig*
Theren is outside stretching. He is in a tanktop and short. His tattoos visible, especially the flame one going all the way up his right arm.
Phoenix is inside baking all sorts of things. Icing splatters his apron.
Leo is tinkering with a bunch of bronze orbs.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"..." *He's worried for your mental health now.* "How about we, uh...move to another topic, eh?"
(.
That's terrifying! :D)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
"I'm kinda used to things not being normal, so I might fit in well. Maybe." They stop for a second, thinking of something. "What brings you here, and on a similar note... where exactly is here?"
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)
“This isn’t a shirt, you blind, fashionless fool.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. What happened? Or… should I not ask?”
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 smells the food, better than the food he can make "Thank you for not trying to be my mother, because I don't need rest or care. I'm strong enough to support everyone that needs it." He seems to be salivating slightly at the smell. His head turns to that of a dragon's so he can smell it better.
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.)
They notice a small metal bird watching them
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"I'm the fashionless fool? I already told you you're a 6 at best." He takes his helmet off, revealing a handsome, although not as handsome as theirs, face and long black hair.
"They died in a battle, I survived said battle, it's not anything more than 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.)
She looks up at the bird, curious. Some of the eyes on her tentacle hair also fix their attention onto the small construct.
"Oh, hello there!"
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)
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I am here because there are people here that want my help, so I help them. This is the Lord's Rest inn, a nexus for the most powerful beings in existence that isn't a divine war zone."
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.)
Isaac is inside looking over the menu
Stroth sees a drone hovering near her
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*That's what he does, it's like they never existed.*
"Totally, want to get something to eat?" He says, he's been clearly insane this whole time.
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 waves at her with its wing and glides down towards her
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Sssssure...? What though?"
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
Felix jots a bit, not expecting that, but he pulls out more food. Salamander (as in the elemental) fillets breaded with purple crumbs and fried in blessed lard.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I have a shack that magically make ramen."
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.)