They nod, making more cat sounds, rubbing their head against Lilac, sitting and waiting patiently for them to finish.
She reaches up, holding their chin in one hand, smiling to reveal her unnatural fangs “Think nothin’ of it sweetheart, I’m Merabelle, a pleasure to meet ya.”
He looks around the near empty room “Are you sure about that? There’s practically nothing here except for my TV, couch, bed, and workout material. Oh and the small kitchen.”
KK is attempting to practice magic with the cane Stroth gave her. She doesn't seem to be making any progress.
Coterie is chilling in the Inn, absorbing surface-level thoughts from those nearby.
A madman of a herangon rushes towards them, cackling as he holds up an unwieldy spoon. He swings the spoon full force, bowl side aiming for their head. Attack: 24 Damage: 39
Salem is nearby, floating about aimlessly while upside down and turning squirrels into small cats, mice into toads, etc.
She detects the thoughts of a worried teenager, who is sitting in a corner booth holding a dragon egg. It's small for a dragon egg, about the size of an ostritch egg.
The spoon strikes true, causing Traitor to stagger back before whipping around, their eyes glowing with a near-painful luminosity. "Well, what was that for?"
KK tries to do the same with the cane, but can't manage to make anything happen outside of probably looking ridiculous.
Coterie glances over at the egg, curious. They approach slightly.
"I... don't even know." Xavier says, sticking the spoon into the ground and leaning on it. "You're tough, that was meant to knock you out."
He floats above her, opening one eye. "You're holding it wrong."
She looks exhausted, and just simply holds the egg, making sure nobody can take it.
"Don't try that again if you intend on keeping your insides inside, got it?"
KK shifts her grasp on the casting focus, trying again... to no avail.
Coterie approaches a touch more. "Hello. May we ask why you carry that with you?" The oblex gestures towards the egg.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Why, though?" He sighs. "Preying on the weak is easy. Don't you wanna hurt people who aren't quite used to it?"
The red oniborne bows, smiling his usual smile. "Thank you. If you are not in the best state, I could very easily come back later." He looks around at the empty tavern.
Felix decides to set up a little portable altar with a photo, some booze, and some spicy food for the ghost.
"I've gotta do something to keep my mind busy. After the garden, it's not like I can do something else that big. Not yet..." he cackles again, pulling his ear. "Soon, i'm going to figure out how to bring that dead guy back, the one rotting in that old restaraunt."
"no, please do have a seat, order when you're ready. I need to keep my mind off of these things."
Oh, thank you. That's quite generous of you. He hears the voice of a younger girl with a soft Irish accent. The booze and the food dissapear promptly. "Felix, be careful... you know mom told us not to let ghosts in here very often, she's gotta think i'm playing chess with magic.."
"Maybe focus on that until you have a better idea."
"Of course. I apologize for questioning it." He looks at the menu. "I have a gold to spend for the first time in over a hundred years. What would you suggest? I was thinking something grand. White bread, jam, maybe even some cheese if the budget allows. This is almost two years worth of most peoples' pay, and while this is an extravagance, if I wish to regain my nobility, it would be best to begin by eating like them."
"Your mom, not mine. I can be hospitable to anyone I want." He folds his arms in a sort of half-joking stubbornness.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I do not know. I was never told my date of birth. I know that I am at least 120, but I started counting when they began to say I was 26. But they kept saying I was 26 for several years, up to the day of my imprisonment. I suppose I must have had a youthful appearance to allow them to maintain such a lie. I am certainly older than you, but I doubt I am more experienced. And I'm likely no wiser. I spent a lot of time in meditation, only rousing myself when the rats had once again attempted to eat me. That was the only time I could acquire sustenance. Eventually, though, even the rats abandoned the prison."
He nods along with his words, beginning to pick up all of the refined logs “Where would you like to live exactly? I would recommend near the cave with the underground hot springs. Does that sound good to you?”
"That sounds wonderful. I have not properly scouted these woods with the intent to build a house yet. I guess I should have thought of doing that before cutting down trees."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Maybe focus on that until you have a better idea."
"Of course. I apologize for questioning it." He looks at the menu. "I have a gold to spend for the first time in over a hundred years. What would you suggest? I was thinking something grand. White bread, jam, maybe even some cheese if the budget allows. This is almost two years worth of most peoples' pay, and while this is an extravagance, if I wish to regain my nobility, it would be best to begin by eating like them."
"Your mom, not mine. I can be hospitable to anyone I want." He folds his arms in a sort of half-joking stubbornness.
"Sure.."
She can't help but laugh. "1 gold? two years? Sweetie, I make more than that in a day... But, 1 gold will get you a hot meal and a drink."
"you're lucky you're cute." She says, putting the ghost in check and ruffling Felix's hair.
He turns the page on his paper. "You know what would be really brave? Really intimidating? Talking to your sister."
"The average working man in the fields makes a single copper a week. You have a higher-skilled job, and you collect directly from them. But that isn't worth getting upset over yet. Right now, I would very much like the hot meal and drink you suggested."
He shrugs. "No cuter than you are. I think people like me better for other reasons. That's how I keep getting away with stealing the vinegar, at least."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I've been at the gym to clear my mind with a friend. My entire body hurts but I feel a bit better. After that I took his old items and donated them to the local animal shelter. I then got to play with an two adorable old gentleman named Ketchup and Mustard Jr.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He turns the page on his paper. "You know what would be really brave? Really intimidating? Talking to your sister."
"The average working man in the fields makes a single copper a week. You have a higher-skilled job, and you collect directly from them. But that isn't worth getting upset over yet. Right now, I would very much like the hot meal and drink you suggested."
He shrugs. "No cuter than you are. I think people like me better for other reasons. That's how I keep getting away with stealing the vinegar, at least."
The color from his face drains, and tears form in his eyes. "She doesn't want to see me.."
"Right, sorry," She says, setting out a hot calzone and a tankard of ale.
"No, you get away with it because Mom is too tall to see your short self." She resets the board. "But, I think that lion guy has been eyeing you."
He doesn't look up, but he does pause. "And why is that?"
"No need to apologize. It's quite alright. I'm barely better than an animal anyway. I just happen to be slightly richer." He looks at the calzone curiously. "What is this? I've never seen such a thing before. It looks and smells quite good."
"Ah. I hope he doesn't want to fight. He looks like the type who doesn't lose."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I have no idea! Maybe Traitor. Seer and Coterie are probably very poor friends for a first-level monster hunter, and I've played a lot with KK recently. KK is cool though...*
*I love all your characters, actually. I'd be happy with whoever. Right now I'm trying to develop Hyacinthe through RP, and I think I'm doing good. It would be a shame if he was just murdered.*
*Alrighty, sounds good to me! I'm thinking... Traitor!*
Traitor is skulking about through the woods, as Traitor generally does.
She encounters a spindly oni field dressing a mountain lion. He does not seem to be armed or armored, nor injured in any way. He's delicately placing the innards into a burlap sack. He sniffs the air and looks around. "Aye? Anyone there?"
*Sorry about the delay again*
Traitor's eyes become visible again, looking back out at him from the darkness of the woods. "Oh, hello there."
*You up for continuing this, Baal?*
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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 I have this idea for reviving William but it is most likely going to be a Reincarnation spell. Samaritan, who holds ownership of William's soul due to him training underneath of him, is thinking of rebuilding William into the perfect chef however, because he failed to keep up his end of the deal (which is a secret between themselves) he is thinking of giving Williams new body restrictions on certain thing.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
They nod, making more cat sounds, rubbing their head against Lilac, sitting and waiting patiently for them to finish.
She reaches up, holding their chin in one hand, smiling to reveal her unnatural fangs “Think nothin’ of it sweetheart, I’m Merabelle, a pleasure to meet ya.”
He looks around the near empty room “Are you sure about that? There’s practically nothing here except for my TV, couch, bed, and workout material. Oh and the small kitchen.”
Her fluff is significantly fluffier than a few weeks ago, and has a slight strawberry scent. A few minutes later the deer is tender, and chunks can be pulled right off of the bone
A soft grumble leaves his throat, and he smiles, his fangs perfectly shaped, white, and sharp. "The pleasure is mine." he says, grabbing their hand and kissing the top of it.
"I've never had a place to just settle into, so... yeah. I've wandered most of my life."
He takes some time to take in the new, before digging into the deer, tearing off flesh like any other wild animal.
She smirks as she lets her hand be kissed, surprisingly soft for the strong woman “Oh a gentleman. An a handsome one too. Ain’t that somethin’ real special.”
He sighs “I understand that, most of my life is the same, I’m only allowed to stay this place when I’m on the job. Luckily, they never made me return the keys.” He cackles.
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*Cut for Salem.*
They nod, making more cat sounds, rubbing their head against Lilac, sitting and waiting patiently for them to finish.
She reaches up, holding their chin in one hand, smiling to reveal her unnatural fangs “Think nothin’ of it sweetheart, I’m Merabelle, a pleasure to meet ya.”
He looks around the near empty room “Are you sure about that? There’s practically nothing here except for my TV, couch, bed, and workout material. Oh and the small kitchen.”
"Don't try that again if you intend on keeping your insides inside, got it?"
KK shifts her grasp on the casting focus, trying again... to no avail.
Coterie approaches a touch more. "Hello. May we ask why you carry that with you?" The oblex gestures towards the egg.
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)
"Maybe focus on that until you have a better idea."
"Of course. I apologize for questioning it." He looks at the menu. "I have a gold to spend for the first time in over a hundred years. What would you suggest? I was thinking something grand. White bread, jam, maybe even some cheese if the budget allows. This is almost two years worth of most peoples' pay, and while this is an extravagance, if I wish to regain my nobility, it would be best to begin by eating like them."
"Your mom, not mine. I can be hospitable to anyone I want." He folds his arms in a sort of half-joking stubbornness.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I’m going to have to go soon, I’ll try to rp for as long as I can, but that won’t be forever.*
"That sounds wonderful. I have not properly scouted these woods with the intent to build a house yet. I guess I should have thought of doing that before cutting down trees."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He turns the page on his paper. "You know what would be really brave? Really intimidating? Talking to your sister."
"The average working man in the fields makes a single copper a week. You have a higher-skilled job, and you collect directly from them. But that isn't worth getting upset over yet. Right now, I would very much like the hot meal and drink you suggested."
He shrugs. "No cuter than you are. I think people like me better for other reasons. That's how I keep getting away with stealing the vinegar, at least."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hello everyone.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hey.*
*I'm sorry to hear about your cat.*
*I hope you're doing alright.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I've been at the gym to clear my mind with a friend. My entire body hurts but I feel a bit better. After that I took his old items and donated them to the local animal shelter. I then got to play with an two adorable old gentleman named Ketchup and Mustard Jr.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Mn. I'm okay.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He doesn't look up, but he does pause. "And why is that?"
"No need to apologize. It's quite alright. I'm barely better than an animal anyway. I just happen to be slightly richer." He looks at the calzone curiously. "What is this? I've never seen such a thing before. It looks and smells quite good."
"Ah. I hope he doesn't want to fight. He looks like the type who doesn't lose."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*You up for continuing this, Baal?*
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 I have this idea for reviving William but it is most likely going to be a Reincarnation spell. Samaritan, who holds ownership of William's soul due to him training underneath of him, is thinking of rebuilding William into the perfect chef however, because he failed to keep up his end of the deal (which is a secret between themselves) he is thinking of giving Williams new body restrictions on certain thing.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He takes some time to take in the new, before digging into the deer, tearing off flesh like any other wild animal.
She smirks as she lets her hand be kissed, surprisingly soft for the strong woman “Oh a gentleman. An a handsome one too. Ain’t that somethin’ real special.”
He sighs “I understand that, most of my life is the same, I’m only allowed to stay this place when I’m on the job. Luckily, they never made me return the keys.” He cackles.