"Agreed. With what you said, they seem like prime suspects. Jury's still out on whether or not they're in cahoots with the Archduchess- the absence of guards up till now is certainly suspicious..." She continues to take notes.
“Oh-“ he starts. “I hadn’t thought about the archduchess a lot… i mean, the person she was with saved my life…” (Felix)
Samaritan is outside the tavern, harvesting some sort of strange root from the ground that glows pure white. He hums to himself as he does, chopping the leafy parts off with a knife and throwing them aside.
Father Luciano is sitting outside the tavern, sipping some tea while he writes in a journal in his lap.
Samaritan is outside the tavern, harvesting some sort of strange root from the ground that glows pure white. He hums to himself as he does, chopping the leafy parts off with a knife and throwing them aside.
Father Luciano is sitting outside the tavern, sipping some tea while he writes in a journal in his lap.
Isaac walks outside of the tavern with a handheld telescope
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Omori is sitting in the snow in the middle of the forest, practicing her druidic magic with varying degrees of minimal success.
Helianth is modifying the large metal rings its been working on to better suit the new design that Tim made.
Felix waddles over, holding a mug of hot cocoa. "Try this."
A massive machine looms over the horizon, moving slowly but rapidly approaching. It looks like a lumpy, upside-down teardrop with randomly placed crab-like legs scuttling it along the earth. At its apex, a man sits, playing a piano connected to massive speakers as a localized snowstorm pours down on him. Frost forms on nearby objects as the construct moves toward Helianth and its own construction.
Samaritan is outside the tavern, harvesting some sort of strange root from the ground that glows pure white. He hums to himself as he does, chopping the leafy parts off with a knife and throwing them aside.
Father Luciano is sitting outside the tavern, sipping some tea while he writes in a journal in his lap.
Isaac walks outside of the tavern with a handheld telescope
Samaritan is outside the tavern, harvesting some sort of strange root from the ground that glows pure white. He hums to himself as he does, chopping the leafy parts off with a knife and throwing them aside.
Father Luciano is sitting outside the tavern, sipping some tea while he writes in a journal in his lap.
*I wanna bring Barbeau to meet Samaritan, but they already met and I felt like an idiot the entire time due to how bad it was going. Is it okay if we retcon that?*
Samaritan is outside the tavern, harvesting some sort of strange root from the ground that glows pure white. He hums to himself as he does, chopping the leafy parts off with a knife and throwing them aside.
Father Luciano is sitting outside the tavern, sipping some tea while he writes in a journal in his lap.
*I wanna bring Barbeau to meet Samaritan, but they already met and I felt like an idiot the entire time due to how bad it was going. Is it okay if we retcon that?*
Mother misery is strolling the streets of the town with a parasol in her hand. She stares at any passersby for an uncomfortably long time through her mask. She’s looking for someone in pain, injured. Someone she can help.
"Agreed. With what you said, they seem like prime suspects. Jury's still out on whether or not they're in cahoots with the Archduchess- the absence of guards up till now is certainly suspicious..." She continues to take notes.
“Oh-“ he starts. “I hadn’t thought about the archduchess a lot… i mean, the person she was with saved my life…” (Felix)
Mother misery is strolling the streets of the town with a parasol in her hand. She stares at any passersby for an uncomfortably long time through her mask. She’s looking for someone in pain, injured. Someone she can help.
Samaritan watches from his restaurant, the three-headed devil from gluttony eyes are narrowed in thought.
"Agreed. With what you said, they seem like prime suspects. Jury's still out on whether or not they're in cahoots with the Archduchess- the absence of guards up till now is certainly suspicious..." She continues to take notes.
“Oh-“ he starts. “I hadn’t thought about the archduchess a lot… i mean, the person she was with saved my life…” (Felix)
*sorry about the delay*
"You said you wrote some less-than-flattering things about her in your paper, yes? Maybe they both wanted you gone. The person with her probably either didn't know, or was a saboteur." She flips to a new page of her notepad, the previous one covered in notes and possible questions.
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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)
Mother misery is strolling the streets of the town with a parasol in her hand. She stares at any passersby for an uncomfortably long time through her mask. She’s looking for someone in pain, injured. Someone she can help.
Samaritan watches from his restaurant, the three-headed devil from gluttony eyes are narrowed in thought.
She turns to face Samaritan, making eye contact. She tilts her head slightly, closing her parasol. Does Samaritan have any obvious serious injuries?
"Agreed. With what you said, they seem like prime suspects. Jury's still out on whether or not they're in cahoots with the Archduchess- the absence of guards up till now is certainly suspicious..." She continues to take notes.
“Oh-“ he starts. “I hadn’t thought about the archduchess a lot… i mean, the person she was with saved my life…” (Felix)
*sorry about the delay*
"You said you wrote some less-than-flattering things about her in your paper, yes? Maybe they both wanted you gone. The person with her probably either didn't know, or was a saboteur." She flips to a new page of her notepad, the previous one covered in notes and possible questions.
“That… actually makes a lot of sense... But Archduchess Aurelia, she’s never been involved in anything of this sort in her entire history… and she’s been the Archduchess of the rippling court for… 498 years at this point? I mean, it’s possible…”
Mother misery is strolling the streets of the town with a parasol in her hand. She stares at any passersby for an uncomfortably long time through her mask. She’s looking for someone in pain, injured. Someone she can help.
Samaritan watches from his restaurant, the three-headed devil from gluttony eyes are narrowed in thought.
She turns to face Samaritan, making eye contact. She tilts her head slightly, closing her parasol. Does Samaritan have any obvious serious injuries?
(also, could I get a description for Samaritan?)
*15 ft humanoid-esque devil. Only black skin, his three heads overed by cloth masks and a golden skull face plate over top. He wears chefs clothes made of black fabric.*
*And no he doesn't.*
He stares at her back, his massive arms folded over his chest.
Omori is sitting in the snow in the middle of the forest, practicing her druidic magic with varying degrees of minimal success.
Helianth is modifying the large metal rings its been working on to better suit the new design that Tim made.
Felix waddles over, holding a mug of hot cocoa. "Try this."
A massive machine looms over the horizon, moving slowly but rapidly approaching. It looks like a lumpy, upside-down teardrop with randomly placed crab-like legs scuttling it along the earth. At its apex, a man sits, playing a piano connected to massive speakers as a localized snowstorm pours down on him. Frost forms on nearby objects as the construct moves toward Helianth and its own construction.
*Apologies for the delay*
The little shadow looks up from the star charts she was reading through. "Oh, thank you!" She takes a small sip, seemingly not bothered by its high temperature.
The crooked flower shivers a bit, shambling through the snow over towards the crawling machine and looking over its general construction.
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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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*Food is life and good food makes life better.*
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
*pizza buddies :3*
*Here ya go! :D*
Omori is sitting in the snow in the middle of the forest, practicing her druidic magic with varying degrees of minimal success.
Helianth is modifying the large metal rings its been working on to better suit the new design that Tim made.
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)
“Oh-“ he starts. “I hadn’t thought about the archduchess a lot… i mean, the person she was with saved my life…” (Felix)
(you want to rp yvonne?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Samaritan is outside the tavern, harvesting some sort of strange root from the ground that glows pure white. He hums to himself as he does, chopping the leafy parts off with a knife and throwing them aside.
Father Luciano is sitting outside the tavern, sipping some tea while he writes in a journal in his lap.
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
Isaac walks outside of the tavern with a handheld telescope
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*:3*
*I kinda wanna do drama*
Felix waddles over, holding a mug of hot cocoa. "Try this."
A massive machine looms over the horizon, moving slowly but rapidly approaching. It looks like a lumpy, upside-down teardrop with randomly placed crab-like legs scuttling it along the earth. At its apex, a man sits, playing a piano connected to massive speakers as a localized snowstorm pours down on him. Frost forms on nearby objects as the construct moves toward Helianth and its own construction.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Samaritan looks up, eyes narrowed
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 wanna bring Barbeau to meet Samaritan, but they already met and I felt like an idiot the entire time due to how bad it was going. Is it okay if we retcon that?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Course! :D*
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
Mother misery is strolling the streets of the town with a parasol in her hand. She stares at any passersby for an uncomfortably long time through her mask. She’s looking for someone in pain, injured. Someone she can help.
Samaritan watches from his restaurant, the three-headed devil from gluttony eyes are narrowed in thought.
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
*sorry about the delay*
"You said you wrote some less-than-flattering things about her in your paper, yes? Maybe they both wanted you gone. The person with her probably either didn't know, or was a saboteur." She flips to a new page of her notepad, the previous one covered in notes and possible questions.
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 turns to face Samaritan, making eye contact. She tilts her head slightly, closing her parasol. Does Samaritan have any obvious serious injuries?
(also, could I get a description for Samaritan?)
“That… actually makes a lot of sense... But Archduchess Aurelia, she’s never been involved in anything of this sort in her entire history… and she’s been the Archduchess of the rippling court for… 498 years at this point? I mean, it’s possible…”
*15 ft humanoid-esque devil. Only black skin, his three heads overed by cloth masks and a golden skull face plate over top. He wears chefs clothes made of black fabric.*
*And no he doesn't.*
He stares at her back, his massive arms folded over his chest.
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
*Apologies for the delay*
The little shadow looks up from the star charts she was reading through. "Oh, thank you!" She takes a small sip, seemingly not bothered by its high temperature.
The crooked flower shivers a bit, shambling through the snow over towards the crawling machine and looking over its general construction.
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)