*Snippet for Tarnished, Helena, and... well, you'll see ;)*
As they follow the footsteps, they see someone at their end.
A young girl quite literally emerges from the shadows of the trees, flowing out from the dark as a liquid-like shadow before forming into a humanoid shape. She has greyish skin, yellow eyes, and long black 'hair' that hangs down to her ankles. For a moment, a few eyes open on some of the long tentacles that make up her 'hair', looking around before closing. She wears a plain grey shirt and pants that have dirt and what looks like ink stains on spots. She looks around, and then down at a small silver pendant she holds in her hand. In her other hand she holds a dagger.
Omori doesn't notice the two, gently placing the silvery pendant on a large, flat stone. "Here's hoping this works." she mutters.
They stay quiet, watching
She holds the dagger with both hands, raising it briefly before plunging it through the amulet with a loud cracking sound- and seemingly, through the stone beneath it, as the entire blade of the dagger and a bit of its hilt disappear from view. The surrounding shadows grow darker still, and the air around them all becomes stagnant and cold.
The Tarnished draws his sword and shield while Helena grabs her small staff
The sound of his equipment shifting alerts Omori to their presence, and she turns to face them with a shocked expression.
An inky substance begins to bubble up from where the dagger is planted, pouring over the sides of the rock. The dagger sinks the rest of the way, vanishing from sight.
"What are you doing?!" Helena whispers, looking worried
"Calling my boss..." she says with some reluctance. Some of the eyes on her 'hair' open and look at the two with a sense of curiosity.
The gateway continues to grow for a few seconds more, until it stops. A voice echoes out from the shadowy portal.
"Well well well... what do we have 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)
*Snippet for Tarnished, Helena, and... well, you'll see ;)*
As they follow the footsteps, they see someone at their end.
A young girl quite literally emerges from the shadows of the trees, flowing out from the dark as a liquid-like shadow before forming into a humanoid shape. She has greyish skin, yellow eyes, and long black 'hair' that hangs down to her ankles. For a moment, a few eyes open on some of the long tentacles that make up her 'hair', looking around before closing. She wears a plain grey shirt and pants that have dirt and what looks like ink stains on spots. She looks around, and then down at a small silver pendant she holds in her hand. In her other hand she holds a dagger.
Omori doesn't notice the two, gently placing the silvery pendant on a large, flat stone. "Here's hoping this works." she mutters.
They stay quiet, watching
She holds the dagger with both hands, raising it briefly before plunging it through the amulet with a loud cracking sound- and seemingly, through the stone beneath it, as the entire blade of the dagger and a bit of its hilt disappear from view. The surrounding shadows grow darker still, and the air around them all becomes stagnant and cold.
The Tarnished draws his sword and shield while Helena grabs her small staff
The sound of his equipment shifting alerts Omori to their presence, and she turns to face them with a shocked expression.
An inky substance begins to bubble up from where the dagger is planted, pouring over the sides of the rock. The dagger sinks the rest of the way, vanishing from sight.
"What are you doing?!" Helena whispers, looking worried
"Calling my boss..." she says with some reluctance. Some of the eyes on her 'hair' open and look at the two with a sense of curiosity.
The gateway continues to grow for a few seconds more, until it stops. A voice echoes out from the shadowy portal.
"Well well well... what do we have here?"
The Tarnished steps in front of Helena slight, shield raised and sword at the ready.
Helena pipes up from behind him, "Who are you?"
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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.
They see a rather menacing figure emerge from the gateway. They appear humanoid, but there is a strong sense that they are actually anything but. She has long black tentacle 'hair' similar to Omori, as well as piercing yellow eyes that are the only bit of color across their entire being that isn't greyscale. Her needle-like teeth, which seem like they were deliberately sharpened, are displayed in a wicked grin. She wears long black robes that are stained with blood.
One second, she is standing atop the stone the portal was created upon- and in the blink of an eye, she is only a few feet from the two. Omori is in silent terror the entire time.
"All you need to know is that I'm moving in."
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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)
They see a rather menacing figure emerge from the gateway. They appear humanoid, but there is a strong sense that they are actually anything but. She has long black tentacle 'hair' similar to Omori, as well as piercing yellow eyes that are the only bit of color across their entire being that isn't greyscale. Her needle-like teeth, which seem like they were deliberately sharpened, are displayed in a wicked grin. She wears long black robes that are stained with blood.
One second, she is standing atop the stone the portal was created upon- and in the blink of an eye, she is only a few feet from the two. Omori is in silent terror the entire time.
"All you need to know is that I'm moving in."
The Tarnished keeps his sword steady, his facial expression hidden behind his helmet. Helena looks slightly afraid.
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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.
They see a rather menacing figure emerge from the gateway. They appear humanoid, but there is a strong sense that they are actually anything but. She has long black tentacle 'hair' similar to Omori, as well as piercing yellow eyes that are the only bit of color across their entire being that isn't greyscale. Her needle-like teeth, which seem like they were deliberately sharpened, are displayed in a wicked grin. She wears long black robes that are stained with blood.
One second, she is standing atop the stone the portal was created upon- and in the blink of an eye, she is only a few feet from the two. Omori is in silent terror the entire time.
"All you need to know is that I'm moving in."
The Tarnished keeps his sword steady, his facial expression hidden behind his helmet. Helena looks slightly afraid.
She seems to be reveling in the fear she causes, though not doing anything to harm. "What's wrong? You two seemed so curious before. Go on, ask your questions. I don't bite... not unprompted, anyway."
Omori is cowering back at the gateway.
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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)
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
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
Attar is examining them, trying to identify what they mean.
Felix is finally back from the NIGHTMARE DIMENSION, and is inside the protective barrier of the Inn, reading a cookbook cover to cover.
They resemble the Greek letter zeta with a diamond-shaped pattern around them, enclosed in a circle.
Riotan walks up to him, an agitated expression on his face.
He copies them down on a piece of paper.
Felix doesn't look up. "Oh. Hey."
It doesn’t do anything. Thirteen has rounded the building, holding a small jar of green dragon blood and a thin steel rod, which he’s seemingly been using to draw the seals. He looks paranoid and sleep-deprived.
“I suppose you, in your infinite wisdom, have already discerned why I’m here and what I want.” He says dryly.
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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.
*I'm not sure what to do with my new character. He's a curious toy and candy artisan, at least on the surface. He wants to make people happy, but is secretive and supposedly mysterious. I haven't really been able to pull off those last two.*
Thirteen is placing seals on the exterior walls of the Inn.
Mauric has finished the base of Damian’s cake and is now trying to work out structural details and a theme of design.
Loriche is strapping barrels of alchemist’s fire reagents to her siege engine.
Riotan is looking for Felix.
*I have made new characters! You can choose who you wanna interact with them!*
The fallen leaves tell a story, a fallen and disgraced warrior and his mage. Both cast out from their far off lands, met by pure fate. They became one in the same, able to understand each other with a simple look. A duo of power and strength to match some of the horrors of this world.
The fallen leaves swirl around a duo walking through the woods. A man in full plate armor with a sword at his hip and a shield on his back. His silver armor is tarnished and dirty, not what it once was in the olden days. His gauntleted hands rest at his side as he walks next to a woman. The woman is a bit shorter than the man in armor. She wears a maroon dress and has flowing black hair that reaches her shoulders. Her brown eyes take in the woods with wonder, a nice smile on her face. A satchel hangs from her shoulder, the end of a small staff poking out of it.
As the duo walks through the woods, the man stays silent while the woman talks with joy in her voice, pointing out animals and plants to the man.
*yooo this is so cool*
Loriche is on top of the 20-foot behemoth of wood and iron, and sees the pair. She waves energetically to them and clambers down the lattice.
The woman waves back while her companion stays quiet.
Once down to about six feet up, she jumps off the side and lands on her feet. “What brings you folks to this neck of the woods?” She asks.
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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.
It doesn’t do anything. Thirteen has rounded the building, holding a small jar of green dragon blood and a thin steel rod, which he’s seemingly been using to draw the seals. He looks paranoid and sleep-deprived.
“I suppose you, in your infinite wisdom, have already discerned why I’m here and what I want.” He says dryly.
Attar decides to approach him. "Hello there. That is quite a lot of poison you are splashing around. Is everything okay?"
"No." He still doesn't look up. "I'm pondering right now."
It doesn’t do anything. Thirteen has rounded the building, holding a small jar of green dragon blood and a thin steel rod, which he’s seemingly been using to draw the seals. He looks paranoid and sleep-deprived.
“I suppose you, in your infinite wisdom, have already discerned why I’m here and what I want.” He says dryly.
Attar decides to approach him. "Hello there. That is quite a lot of poison you are splashing around. Is everything okay?"
"No." He still doesn't look up. "I'm pondering right now."
“Poison? No, not exactly. It dries quick, and then the only danger would be if someone were to lick the seals. Green dragon blood is the best option for the rendering of mental protection glyphs, due to the green dragon’s innate beguiling and weakening abilities that suffuse even its blood being reversed by the arcane energy flow to form strong mental barriers.” He says quickly.
“I just want that life fragment back. I mean, I’ve been good for a whole week! What more do you want of me? I have no ill intent toward you and swear to not harm you. Unlike you, I keep my promises.”
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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.
They see a rather menacing figure emerge from the gateway. They appear humanoid, but there is a strong sense that they are actually anything but. She has long black tentacle 'hair' similar to Omori, as well as piercing yellow eyes that are the only bit of color across their entire being that isn't greyscale. Her needle-like teeth, which seem like they were deliberately sharpened, are displayed in a wicked grin. She wears long black robes that are stained with blood.
One second, she is standing atop the stone the portal was created upon- and in the blink of an eye, she is only a few feet from the two. Omori is in silent terror the entire time.
"All you need to know is that I'm moving in."
The Tarnished keeps his sword steady, his facial expression hidden behind his helmet. Helena looks slightly afraid.
She seems to be reveling in the fear she causes, though not doing anything to harm. "What's wrong? You two seemed so curious before. Go on, ask your questions. I don't bite... not unprompted, anyway."
Omori is cowering back at the gateway.
*Sorry was eatin lunch*
The Tarnished stays unfearful. Helena speaks, "What are you...?"
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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.
Thirteen is placing seals on the exterior walls of the Inn.
Mauric has finished the base of Damian’s cake and is now trying to work out structural details and a theme of design.
Loriche is strapping barrels of alchemist’s fire reagents to her siege engine.
Riotan is looking for Felix.
*I have made new characters! You can choose who you wanna interact with them!*
The fallen leaves tell a story, a fallen and disgraced warrior and his mage. Both cast out from their far off lands, met by pure fate. They became one in the same, able to understand each other with a simple look. A duo of power and strength to match some of the horrors of this world.
The fallen leaves swirl around a duo walking through the woods. A man in full plate armor with a sword at his hip and a shield on his back. His silver armor is tarnished and dirty, not what it once was in the olden days. His gauntleted hands rest at his side as he walks next to a woman. The woman is a bit shorter than the man in armor. She wears a maroon dress and has flowing black hair that reaches her shoulders. Her brown eyes take in the woods with wonder, a nice smile on her face. A satchel hangs from her shoulder, the end of a small staff poking out of it.
As the duo walks through the woods, the man stays silent while the woman talks with joy in her voice, pointing out animals and plants to the man.
*yooo this is so cool*
Loriche is on top of the 20-foot behemoth of wood and iron, and sees the pair. She waves energetically to them and clambers down the lattice.
The woman waves back while her companion stays quiet.
Once down to about six feet up, she jumps off the side and lands on her feet. “What brings you folks to this neck of the woods?” She asks.
*Sorry. was eating lunch*
Helena smiles. "Vacation."
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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.
Attar decides to approach him. "Hello there. That is quite a lot of poison you are splashing around. Is everything okay?"
"No." He still doesn't look up. "I'm pondering right now."
“Poison? No, not exactly. It dries quick, and then the only danger would be if someone were to lick the seals. Green dragon blood is the best option for the rendering of mental protection glyphs, due to the green dragon’s innate beguiling and weakening abilities that suffuse even its blood being reversed by the arcane energy flow to form strong mental barriers.” He says quickly.
“I just want that life fragment back. I mean, I’ve been good for a whole week! What more do you want of me? I have no ill intent toward you and swear to not harm you. Unlike you, I keep my promises.”
"I see. What in particular are you warding against? I might be able to help."
"I never promised you anything." Felix snaps. "Never. Not once." He tosses the life fragment at Riotan. "You made that up, then attacked my character with it. Shut up and piss off."
Thirteen is placing seals on the exterior walls of the Inn.
Mauric has finished the base of Damian’s cake and is now trying to work out structural details and a theme of design.
Loriche is strapping barrels of alchemist’s fire reagents to her siege engine.
Riotan is looking for Felix.
*I have made new characters! You can choose who you wanna interact with them!*
The fallen leaves tell a story, a fallen and disgraced warrior and his mage. Both cast out from their far off lands, met by pure fate. They became one in the same, able to understand each other with a simple look. A duo of power and strength to match some of the horrors of this world.
The fallen leaves swirl around a duo walking through the woods. A man in full plate armor with a sword at his hip and a shield on his back. His silver armor is tarnished and dirty, not what it once was in the olden days. His gauntleted hands rest at his side as he walks next to a woman. The woman is a bit shorter than the man in armor. She wears a maroon dress and has flowing black hair that reaches her shoulders. Her brown eyes take in the woods with wonder, a nice smile on her face. A satchel hangs from her shoulder, the end of a small staff poking out of it.
As the duo walks through the woods, the man stays silent while the woman talks with joy in her voice, pointing out animals and plants to the man.
*yooo this is so cool*
Loriche is on top of the 20-foot behemoth of wood and iron, and sees the pair. She waves energetically to them and clambers down the lattice.
The woman waves back while her companion stays quiet.
Once down to about six feet up, she jumps off the side and lands on her feet. “What brings you folks to this neck of the woods?” She asks.
*Sorry. was eating lunch*
Helena smiles. "Vacation."
*no problem. what’d you eat?*
She smiles back. “Oh, wonderful! Just coming out for a break, then, or looking to visit anything in particular?”
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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.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
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𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Calling my boss..." she says with some reluctance. Some of the eyes on her 'hair' open and look at the two with a sense of curiosity.
The gateway continues to grow for a few seconds more, until it stops. A voice echoes out from the shadowy portal.
"Well well well... what do we have 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)
(Ah yes, a great reference video.)
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
The Tarnished steps in front of Helena slight, shield raised and sword at the ready.
Helena pipes up from behind him, "Who are you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Snippet for the forest gang*
"I am... well, you needn't know my name."
They see a rather menacing figure emerge from the gateway. They appear humanoid, but there is a strong sense that they are actually anything but. She has long black tentacle 'hair' similar to Omori, as well as piercing yellow eyes that are the only bit of color across their entire being that isn't greyscale. Her needle-like teeth, which seem like they were deliberately sharpened, are displayed in a wicked grin. She wears long black robes that are stained with blood.
One second, she is standing atop the stone the portal was created upon- and in the blink of an eye, she is only a few feet from the two. Omori is in silent terror the entire time.
"All you need to know is that I'm moving in."
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 Tarnished keeps his sword steady, his facial expression hidden behind his helmet. Helena looks slightly afraid.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She seems to be reveling in the fear she causes, though not doing anything to harm. "What's wrong? You two seemed so curious before. Go on, ask your questions. I don't bite... not unprompted, anyway."
Omori is cowering back at the gateway.
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)
(hello again)
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
*Hi! How are you?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(I'm not sure. you?)
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
It doesn’t do anything. Thirteen has rounded the building, holding a small jar of green dragon blood and a thin steel rod, which he’s seemingly been using to draw the seals. He looks paranoid and sleep-deprived.
“I suppose you, in your infinite wisdom, have already discerned why I’m here and what I want.” He says dryly.
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'm not sure what to do with my new character. He's a curious toy and candy artisan, at least on the surface. He wants to make people happy, but is secretive and supposedly mysterious. I haven't really been able to pull off those last two.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Once down to about six feet up, she jumps off the side and lands on her feet. “What brings you folks to this neck of the woods?” She asks.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Attar decides to approach him. "Hello there. That is quite a lot of poison you are splashing around. Is everything okay?"
"No." He still doesn't look up. "I'm pondering right now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Poison? No, not exactly. It dries quick, and then the only danger would be if someone were to lick the seals. Green dragon blood is the best option for the rendering of mental protection glyphs, due to the green dragon’s innate beguiling and weakening abilities that suffuse even its blood being reversed by the arcane energy flow to form strong mental barriers.” He says quickly.
“I just want that life fragment back. I mean, I’ve been good for a whole week! What more do you want of me? I have no ill intent toward you and swear to not harm you. Unlike you, I keep my promises.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sorry was eatin lunch*
The Tarnished stays unfearful. Helena speaks, "What are you...?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sorry. was eating lunch*
Helena smiles. "Vacation."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I see. What in particular are you warding against? I might be able to help."
"I never promised you anything." Felix snaps. "Never. Not once." He tosses the life fragment at Riotan. "You made that up, then attacked my character with it. Shut up and piss off."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Gtg for now*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*no problem. what’d you eat?*
She smiles back. “Oh, wonderful! Just coming out for a break, then, or looking to visit anything in particular?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.