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
Theren is out in town in a library going through novels.
Phoenix is sipping tea by the fire in the Inn.
Nick is grumbling to himself in his room, nursing a cold.
The Tarnished and Helena are outside. Helena has decorated the Tarnished's armor with many flowers.
Thirteen is asleep in a chair opposite him.
Mauric knocks on the door of Nick’s room. “You in there?”
Phoenix looks over at him worriedly.
There is a wracking cough as Nicks voice says, "Yes..."
Thirteen doesn’t look like he’s doing too well. His face seems somewhat lined, despite his elvish nature preventing the majority of all physical manifestations of age, and the turquoise stripe in his hair is faded, looking like he hasn’t re-dyed it in a while.
Mauric gently pushes the door open and walks in, smiling at Nick. “Hey babe… how are you holding up?”
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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 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
Omori has wandered their way back to the Inn. Upon seeing her patron trying to get past Thirteen's wards, she scurries inside and closes the door.
Isaac waves her over
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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
Theren is out in town in a library going through novels.
Phoenix is sipping tea by the fire in the Inn.
Nick is grumbling to himself in his room, nursing a cold.
The Tarnished and Helena are outside. Helena has decorated the Tarnished's armor with many flowers.
Thirteen is asleep in a chair opposite him.
Mauric knocks on the door of Nick’s room. “You in there?”
Phoenix looks over at him worriedly.
There is a wracking cough as Nicks voice says, "Yes..."
Thirteen doesn’t look like he’s doing too well. His face seems somewhat lined, despite his elvish nature preventing the majority of all physical manifestations of age, and the turquoise stripe in his hair is faded, looking like he hasn’t re-dyed it in a while.
Mauric gently pushes the door open and walks in, smiling at Nick. “Hey babe… how are you holding up?”
He tries to shake him awake.
"Like a pile of dung.." he grumbles, coughing some more
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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 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
Omori has wandered their way back to the Inn. Upon seeing her patron trying to get past Thirteen's wards, she scurries inside and closes the door.
Isaac waves her over
She quickly heads over to him. "I think I might have made a horrible mistake." She looks panicked.
"what have you done?"
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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
Omori is in the woods, still grappling with the fact that it's quite possible her boss is, in fact, evil.
The enigmatic being that is Omori's Patron has arrived outside the Lord's Rest Inn. They try to enter repeatedly, but are stopped by Thirteen's wards.
The Tarnished and Helena watch from a nearby field. The Tarnished's armor is decorated with flowers, courtesy of Helena.
She continues to attempt to bypass the wards, but can't. Eventually, she notices the two- in a blink of an eye, she's right in front of them.
"Oh, hello again! I was wondering where you two ran off to! Now, could you break those seals over there for me? I want to say hello to the people inside as well."
"T-they aren't our wards." Helena stammers, focusing on putting more flowers in The Tarnished's armor.
"I see... Do you know whose they are, then?" She also picks a small flower from its stem, offering it to Helena for his armor.
She shakes her head, taking the flower and putting it in his chestplate.
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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.
Omori is in the woods, still grappling with the fact that it's quite possible her boss is, in fact, evil.
The enigmatic being that is Omori's Patron has arrived outside the Lord's Rest Inn. They try to enter repeatedly, but are stopped by Thirteen's wards.
The Tarnished and Helena watch from a nearby field. The Tarnished's armor is decorated with flowers, courtesy of Helena.
She continues to attempt to bypass the wards, but can't. Eventually, she notices the two- in a blink of an eye, she's right in front of them.
"Oh, hello again! I was wondering where you two ran off to! Now, could you break those seals over there for me? I want to say hello to the people inside as well."
"T-they aren't our wards." Helena stammers, focusing on putting more flowers in The Tarnished's armor.
"I see... Do you know whose they are, then?" She also picks a small flower from its stem, offering it to Helena for his armor.
She shakes her head, taking the flower and putting it in his chestplate.
"Hmm... Seems like I have another plan for that little puppet of mine, then..." She is silent for a few seconds, thinking.
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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 in the woods, still grappling with the fact that it's quite possible her boss is, in fact, evil.
The enigmatic being that is Omori's Patron has arrived outside the Lord's Rest Inn. They try to enter repeatedly, but are stopped by Thirteen's wards.
The Tarnished and Helena watch from a nearby field. The Tarnished's armor is decorated with flowers, courtesy of Helena.
She continues to attempt to bypass the wards, but can't. Eventually, she notices the two- in a blink of an eye, she's right in front of them.
"Oh, hello again! I was wondering where you two ran off to! Now, could you break those seals over there for me? I want to say hello to the people inside as well."
"T-they aren't our wards." Helena stammers, focusing on putting more flowers in The Tarnished's armor.
"I see... Do you know whose they are, then?" She also picks a small flower from its stem, offering it to Helena for his armor.
She shakes her head, taking the flower and putting it in his chestplate.
"Hmm... Seems like I have another plan for that little puppet of mine, then..." She is silent for a few seconds, thinking.
"Why are you like this...?" she shakily says
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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 is out in town in a library going through novels.
Phoenix is sipping tea by the fire in the Inn.
Nick is grumbling to himself in his room, nursing a cold.
The Tarnished and Helena are outside. Helena has decorated the Tarnished's armor with many flowers.
Thirteen is asleep in a chair opposite him.
Mauric knocks on the door of Nick’s room. “You in there?”
Phoenix looks over at him worriedly.
There is a wracking cough as Nicks voice says, "Yes..."
Thirteen doesn’t look like he’s doing too well. His face seems somewhat lined, despite his elvish nature preventing the majority of all physical manifestations of age, and the turquoise stripe in his hair is faded, looking like he hasn’t re-dyed it in a while.
Mauric gently pushes the door open and walks in, smiling at Nick. “Hey babe… how are you holding up?”
He tries to shake him awake.
"Like a pile of dung.." he grumbles, coughing some more
He remains asleep.
“Is there anything I can get to help?”
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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 in the woods, still grappling with the fact that it's quite possible her boss is, in fact, evil.
The enigmatic being that is Omori's Patron has arrived outside the Lord's Rest Inn. They try to enter repeatedly, but are stopped by Thirteen's wards.
The Tarnished and Helena watch from a nearby field. The Tarnished's armor is decorated with flowers, courtesy of Helena.
She continues to attempt to bypass the wards, but can't. Eventually, she notices the two- in a blink of an eye, she's right in front of them.
"Oh, hello again! I was wondering where you two ran off to! Now, could you break those seals over there for me? I want to say hello to the people inside as well."
"T-they aren't our wards." Helena stammers, focusing on putting more flowers in The Tarnished's armor.
"I see... Do you know whose they are, then?" She also picks a small flower from its stem, offering it to Helena for his armor.
She shakes her head, taking the flower and putting it in his chestplate.
"Hmm... Seems like I have another plan for that little puppet of mine, then..." She is silent for a few seconds, thinking.
"Why are you like this...?" she shakily says
She cackles to herself. "Why not? Chaos is fun, and if you couldn't tell, I'm having a blast!"
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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)
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(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
Thirteen doesn’t look like he’s doing too well. His face seems somewhat lined, despite his elvish nature preventing the majority of all physical manifestations of age, and the turquoise stripe in his hair is faded, looking like he hasn’t re-dyed it in a while.
Mauric gently pushes the door open and walks in, smiling at Nick. “Hey babe… how are you holding up?”
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 sure is nice having a home infested by ants*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*My toes are heavily medicated.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(have you tried killing the ants /j )
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
Omori has wandered their way back to the Inn. Upon seeing her patron trying to get past Thirteen's wards, she scurries inside and closes the door.
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)
Isaac waves her over
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
*Eat the ants. Turn them into an ant salad.*
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
He tries to shake him awake.
"Like a pile of dung.." he grumbles, coughing some more
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Delicious.*
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
She quickly heads over to him. "I think I might have made a horrible mistake." She looks panicked.
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 wendi)
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
"what have you done?"
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
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I... I opened a gate for my boss to come to this world. And she did. And she brought her entire mansion with her."
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)
"Hmm... Seems like I have another plan for that little puppet of mine, then..." She is silent for a few seconds, thinking.
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)
"Why are you like this...?" she shakily says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He remains asleep.
“Is there anything I can get to help?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She cackles to herself. "Why not? Chaos is fun, and if you couldn't tell, I'm having a blast!"
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)