Thirteen is researching ancient mages and casters from the area in his armchair by the fire.
Loriche is forging something that resembles a bull-horned idol at her camp.
Riotan is stalking down random people on the streets to harvest their arms for his next project.
Klei is refurbishing his stand.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*sure, how about Crusader and idk Damian*
*You don’t have to if you don’t want to man.*
The Crusader has actually taken his armor off, and has gone walking around the town, his holy blade still on his back, but everything else left in his room.
Damian is just sitting on the room of the tavern, staring into space, his eyes burning with a flame not too far from rage.
Rio decides to follow him as well, not planning to attack him though.
A plume of strange bluish smoke is curling up in the sky over a section of the forest not too far away from his location.
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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.
Thirteen is researching ancient mages and casters from the area in his armchair by the fire.
Loriche is forging something that resembles a bull-horned idol at her camp.
Riotan is stalking down random people on the streets to harvest their arms for his next project.
Klei is refurbishing his stand.
Traitor is also skulking about town, though she doesn't have any plans other than wandering.
*does Traitor have arms?*
*Yes- two of them, ending in long blade-like claws on her hands.*
Riotan begins to follow Traitor from a decent distance.
After a while, Traitor stops, turning around and looking in his general direction. "You do realize I know you're there, right?"
He looks down at himself in mock surprise. “I’m here?! How mortifying. This is so unlike me. Typically I’m never anywhere at all!”
She chuckles a bit. "Oh dear, it appears I'm here as well! How mortifying indeed! Let me fix that." She turns invisible except for her glowing 'eyes'.
“I can do that too!” Riotan’s entire exterior falls off like paint washing off of a statue, revealing nothing but a pile of scales beneath where Riotan stood.
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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.
Thirteen is researching ancient mages and casters from the area in his armchair by the fire.
Loriche is forging something that resembles a bull-horned idol at her camp.
Riotan is stalking down random people on the streets to harvest their arms for his next project.
Klei is refurbishing his stand.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*sure, how about Crusader and idk Damian*
*You don’t have to if you don’t want to man.*
The Crusader has actually taken his armor off, and has gone walking around the town, his holy blade still on his back, but everything else left in his room.
Damian is just sitting on the room of the tavern, staring into space, his eyes burning with a flame not too far from rage.
Rio decides to follow him as well, not planning to attack him though.
A plume of strange bluish smoke is curling up in the sky over a section of the forest not too far away from his location.
He doesn’t notice Riotan following after him, not much interested in anything other than going for the stroll, whistling to himself.
He looks to the plume and sighs, with a flourish he’s in his adventuring clothes, as he begins to head towards the locations, as quickly as he can.
Thirteen is researching ancient mages and casters from the area in his armchair by the fire.
Loriche is forging something that resembles a bull-horned idol at her camp.
Riotan is stalking down random people on the streets to harvest their arms for his next project.
Klei is refurbishing his stand.
Traitor is also skulking about town, though she doesn't have any plans other than wandering.
*does Traitor have arms?*
*Yes- two of them, ending in long blade-like claws on her hands.*
Riotan begins to follow Traitor from a decent distance.
After a while, Traitor stops, turning around and looking in his general direction. "You do realize I know you're there, right?"
He looks down at himself in mock surprise. “I’m here?! How mortifying. This is so unlike me. Typically I’m never anywhere at all!”
She chuckles a bit. "Oh dear, it appears I'm here as well! How mortifying indeed! Let me fix that." She turns invisible except for her glowing 'eyes'.
“I can do that too!” Riotan’s entire exterior falls off like paint washing off of a statue, revealing nothing but a pile of scales beneath where Riotan stood.
She laughs a bit more. "What a coincidence! It seems we've something in common. Say, what's your name?"
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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)
Thirteen is researching ancient mages and casters from the area in his armchair by the fire.
Loriche is forging something that resembles a bull-horned idol at her camp.
Riotan is stalking down random people on the streets to harvest their arms for his next project.
Klei is refurbishing his stand.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*sure, how about Crusader and idk Damian*
*You don’t have to if you don’t want to man.*
The Crusader has actually taken his armor off, and has gone walking around the town, his holy blade still on his back, but everything else left in his room.
Damian is just sitting on the room of the tavern, staring into space, his eyes burning with a flame not too far from rage.
Rio decides to follow him as well, not planning to attack him though.
A plume of strange bluish smoke is curling up in the sky over a section of the forest not too far away from his location.
He doesn’t notice Riotan following after him, not much interested in anything other than going for the stroll, whistling to himself.
He looks to the plume and sighs, with a flourish he’s in his adventuring clothes, as he begins to head towards the locations, as quickly as he can.
Rio begins whistling in sync.
Eventually he reaches Loriche’s camp where she’s removing a bull-like idol from its mold.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thirteen is researching ancient mages and casters from the area in his armchair by the fire.
Loriche is forging something that resembles a bull-horned idol at her camp.
Riotan is stalking down random people on the streets to harvest their arms for his next project.
Klei is refurbishing his stand.
Traitor is also skulking about town, though she doesn't have any plans other than wandering.
*does Traitor have arms?*
*Yes- two of them, ending in long blade-like claws on her hands.*
Riotan begins to follow Traitor from a decent distance.
After a while, Traitor stops, turning around and looking in his general direction. "You do realize I know you're there, right?"
He looks down at himself in mock surprise. “I’m here?! How mortifying. This is so unlike me. Typically I’m never anywhere at all!”
She chuckles a bit. "Oh dear, it appears I'm here as well! How mortifying indeed! Let me fix that." She turns invisible except for her glowing 'eyes'.
“I can do that too!” Riotan’s entire exterior falls off like paint washing off of a statue, revealing nothing but a pile of scales beneath where Riotan stood.
She laughs a bit more. "What a coincidence! It seems we've something in common. Say, what's your name?"
The pile of scales reassembles itself. “I have lots of names! One of them is Riotan.”
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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.
Thirteen is researching ancient mages and casters from the area in his armchair by the fire.
Loriche is forging something that resembles a bull-horned idol at her camp.
Riotan is stalking down random people on the streets to harvest their arms for his next project.
Klei is refurbishing his stand.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*sure, how about Crusader and idk Damian*
*You don’t have to if you don’t want to man.*
The Crusader has actually taken his armor off, and has gone walking around the town, his holy blade still on his back, but everything else left in his room.
Damian is just sitting on the room of the tavern, staring into space, his eyes burning with a flame not too far from rage.
Rio decides to follow him as well, not planning to attack him though.
A plume of strange bluish smoke is curling up in the sky over a section of the forest not too far away from his location.
He doesn’t notice Riotan following after him, not much interested in anything other than going for the stroll, whistling to himself.
He looks to the plume and sighs, with a flourish he’s in his adventuring clothes, as he begins to head towards the locations, as quickly as he can.
Rio begins whistling in sync.
Eventually he reaches Loriche’s camp where she’s removing a bull-like idol from its mold.
He turns, stopping his whistling to see Riotan, and sighing “Hello.” His voice tired.
He looks around, before looking down at himself “Ah, here I thought someone needed my help, now I look stupid huh.”
Thirteen is researching ancient mages and casters from the area in his armchair by the fire.
Loriche is forging something that resembles a bull-horned idol at her camp.
Riotan is stalking down random people on the streets to harvest their arms for his next project.
Klei is refurbishing his stand.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*sure, how about Crusader and idk Damian*
*You don’t have to if you don’t want to man.*
The Crusader has actually taken his armor off, and has gone walking around the town, his holy blade still on his back, but everything else left in his room.
Damian is just sitting on the room of the tavern, staring into space, his eyes burning with a flame not too far from rage.
Rio decides to follow him as well, not planning to attack him though.
A plume of strange bluish smoke is curling up in the sky over a section of the forest not too far away from his location.
He doesn’t notice Riotan following after him, not much interested in anything other than going for the stroll, whistling to himself.
He looks to the plume and sighs, with a flourish he’s in his adventuring clothes, as he begins to head towards the locations, as quickly as he can.
Rio begins whistling in sync.
Eventually he reaches Loriche’s camp where she’s removing a bull-like idol from its mold.
He turns, stopping his whistling to see Riotan, and sighing “Hello.”
He looks around, before looking down at himself “Ah, here I thought someone needed my help, now I look stupid huh.”
“Yep. It’s meeeeeeeee.” He says cheerily.
“Naw, you don’t look stupid.” Loriche responds, looking up and placing the glowingly-heated statuette on the ground carefully.
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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.
Thirteen is researching ancient mages and casters from the area in his armchair by the fire.
Loriche is forging something that resembles a bull-horned idol at her camp.
Riotan is stalking down random people on the streets to harvest their arms for his next project.
Klei is refurbishing his stand.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*sure, how about Crusader and idk Damian*
*You don’t have to if you don’t want to man.*
The Crusader has actually taken his armor off, and has gone walking around the town, his holy blade still on his back, but everything else left in his room.
Damian is just sitting on the room of the tavern, staring into space, his eyes burning with a flame not too far from rage.
Rio decides to follow him as well, not planning to attack him though.
A plume of strange bluish smoke is curling up in the sky over a section of the forest not too far away from his location.
He doesn’t notice Riotan following after him, not much interested in anything other than going for the stroll, whistling to himself.
He looks to the plume and sighs, with a flourish he’s in his adventuring clothes, as he begins to head towards the locations, as quickly as he can.
Rio begins whistling in sync.
Eventually he reaches Loriche’s camp where she’s removing a bull-like idol from its mold.
He turns, stopping his whistling to see Riotan, and sighing “Hello.”
He looks around, before looking down at himself “Ah, here I thought someone needed my help, now I look stupid huh.”
“Yep. It’s meeeeeeeee.” He says cheerily.
“Naw, you don’t look stupid.” Loriche responds, looking up and placing the glowingly-heated statuette on the ground carefully.
He shakes his head slowly, sighing slightly “It’s you, what are you after this time? Do you just want to bother me again?”
He chuckles and walks over to the statuette, looking at it interested “That doesn’t sound true, but I won’t try to argue it. Have we met?”
Thirteen is researching ancient mages and casters from the area in his armchair by the fire.
Loriche is forging something that resembles a bull-horned idol at her camp.
Riotan is stalking down random people on the streets to harvest their arms for his next project.
Klei is refurbishing his stand.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*sure, how about Crusader and idk Damian*
*You don’t have to if you don’t want to man.*
The Crusader has actually taken his armor off, and has gone walking around the town, his holy blade still on his back, but everything else left in his room.
Damian is just sitting on the room of the tavern, staring into space, his eyes burning with a flame not too far from rage.
Rio decides to follow him as well, not planning to attack him though.
A plume of strange bluish smoke is curling up in the sky over a section of the forest not too far away from his location.
He doesn’t notice Riotan following after him, not much interested in anything other than going for the stroll, whistling to himself.
He looks to the plume and sighs, with a flourish he’s in his adventuring clothes, as he begins to head towards the locations, as quickly as he can.
Rio begins whistling in sync.
Eventually he reaches Loriche’s camp where she’s removing a bull-like idol from its mold.
He turns, stopping his whistling to see Riotan, and sighing “Hello.”
He looks around, before looking down at himself “Ah, here I thought someone needed my help, now I look stupid huh.”
“Yep. It’s meeeeeeeee.” He says cheerily.
“Naw, you don’t look stupid.” Loriche responds, looking up and placing the glowingly-heated statuette on the ground carefully.
He shakes his head slowly, sighing slightly “It’s you, what are you after this time? Do you just want to bother me again?”
He chuckles and walks over to the statuette, looking at it interested “That doesn’t sound true, but I won’t try to argue it. Have we met?”
“Eh, kinda. I just don’t have anything to do tonight that I haven’t done a hundred nights before.”
She thinks for a second. “…nope. I’m Loriche va Bental.” She offers a handshake.
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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.
She chuckles a bit. "Oh dear, it appears I'm here as well! How mortifying indeed! Let me fix that." She turns invisible except for her glowing 'eyes'.
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)
Rio decides to follow him as well, not planning to attack him though.
A plume of strange bluish smoke is curling up in the sky over a section of the forest not too far away from his location.
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 can do that too!” Riotan’s entire exterior falls off like paint washing off of a statue, revealing nothing but a pile of scales beneath where Riotan stood.
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 doesn’t notice Riotan following after him, not much interested in anything other than going for the stroll, whistling to himself.
He looks to the plume and sighs, with a flourish he’s in his adventuring clothes, as he begins to head towards the locations, as quickly as he can.
She laughs a bit more. "What a coincidence! It seems we've something in common. Say, what's your name?"
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)
Rio begins whistling in sync.
Eventually he reaches Loriche’s camp where she’s removing a bull-like idol from its mold.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The pile of scales reassembles itself. “I have lots of names! One of them is Riotan.”
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 turns, stopping his whistling to see Riotan, and sighing “Hello.” His voice tired.
He looks around, before looking down at himself “Ah, here I thought someone needed my help, now I look stupid huh.”
*Snippet for Riotan & Traitor*
Traitor turns visible again, seemingly fading back into existence. "As do I! One of mine is Traitor."
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)
“Yep. It’s meeeeeeeee.” He says cheerily.
“Naw, you don’t look stupid.” Loriche responds, looking up and placing the glowingly-heated statuette on the ground carefully.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Aw, that’s a cooler name than mine…” He falsely pouts about it.
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 shakes his head slowly, sighing slightly “It’s you, what are you after this time? Do you just want to bother me again?”
He chuckles and walks over to the statuette, looking at it interested “That doesn’t sound true, but I won’t try to argue it. Have we met?”
"Well, one of my less-cool names is Omori, if that's better." She says jokingly.
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)
“Eh, kinda. I just don’t have anything to do tonight that I haven’t done a hundred nights before.”
She thinks for a second. “…nope. I’m Loriche va Bental.” She offers a handshake.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Like that pale kid who played violin?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hmm... can't say I know them. Didn't know Omori was a common name. Eh, you can call me either- or neither."
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)
*Good morningggggggggg*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Good morning Jobah.*
*:(*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Why sad?*