*Anybody want to rp while I'm still here? If not it's all good.*
*yes. Here is my new abomination*
In the depths of the shadowy woods, there lurks a monstrous being. Towering at an imposing 9 feet, its presence is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The creature is covered in a mottled, dark-hued skin that blends seamlessly with the underbrush, making it nearly invisible in the dim light of the forest.
The monster's most striking feature is its eerie white eyes, which seem to pierce through the thick gloom of the woods. These eyes hold a chilling intelligence, watching and observing with an otherworldly awareness. They can instill a sense of dread in anyone who dares to venture too close.
Its gaping maw is wide enough to swallow a person whole, lined with jagged, shadowy teeth that glisten menacingly. According to the legends, if you approach the creature, the surroundings grow oppressively darker, as if the very light itself shies away from its presence. Shadows seem to stretch and flicker, creating an unsettling atmosphere that disorients anyone who dares to approach.
The monster emits low growls and rumbles that resonate through the ground, giving a sense of an ancient power that lies within, while the air grows thick with an unnatural chill. Encountering this monster is said to evoke an instinctual sense of fear, urging travelers to flee before it takes notice of them. Legends in the local villages warn of the monster's domain, a place where light is swallowed, and darkness reigns supreme.
Local villagers have gone missing and then found dead, their bones hanging from the trees days later. Fear spreads through the villages, knowing the monster could come for any of them next, striking at any time.
Something floats into the forest, a single child, ethereal in form with a deer skull for a hat lying on a pillow as a bed. The child wears Victorian clothing, seemingly a ghost of some kind. The child is asleep as it floats through the forest, snoring softly and shifting little.
The creature watches it, stalking
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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.
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
The shadows of the trees standing at the clearing's edges all turn inwards towards that central point, not caring for the laws of light as they stretch and writhe to meet where the darkness is strongest. The soil shifts even more, cracking open in places.
" . . . I n o l o n g e r c a r e f o r h a v i n g a p h y s i c a l v e s s e l . . . I s h a l l n o t r e p e a t m y g r e a t e s t f o l l y . . ."
"I cannot see you, Ancient one...but I sense you are very powerful." he says, bowing slightly.
" . . . A r e y o u b l i n d , G e n e r a l ? . . L o o k a r o u n d y o u . . ."
The shadows all touch at that rotting grave, congealing and twisting into themselves- into a pool of utter lightless oblivion. The General's own shadow twists into a new shape- the shadow of a person in long flowing robes, with writhing tendrils around their head, that stares back up at him with a faceless expression.
" . . . O r p e r h a p s , I c a n m a k e y o u s e e . . . M a k e y o u s e e . . . E V E R Y T H I N G . . . "
He bows even deeper, clearly afraid.
The face of the Seer's shadow splits open into a wide, jagged grin. They are not just aware of the General's fear- they are reveling in it. The writhing branches of the trees' shadows seep up from the ground as tendrils of inky black oblivion, beginning to surround him.
" . . . W h a t ' s t h e m a t t e r ? . . D o y o u n o t w a n t s u c h a b l e s s i n g ? . ."
The air grows darker as the General screams and is killed. A 9-foot eldtrich horror lurks closer to them, holding the dead general in its clawed hand, holding it out like a cat returning from a kill.
*Would you like this creature's intro?*
" . . . A p i t y . . . T h a t o n e w o u l d h a v e m a d e a g o o d t h r a l l . . ."
The shadow that was once the General's still remains, gliding silently over to the other horror, that grin still on their face.
" . . . W h a t b u s i n e s s h a v e y o u h e r e , k i n d r e d ? . ."
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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)
In the depths of the shadowy woods, there lurks a monstrous being. Towering at an imposing 9 feet, its presence is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The creature is covered in a mottled, dark-hued skin that blends seamlessly with the underbrush, making it nearly invisible in the dim light of the forest.
The monster's most striking feature is its eerie white eyes, which seem to pierce through the thick gloom of the woods. These eyes hold a chilling intelligence, watching and observing with an otherworldly awareness. They can instill a sense of dread in anyone who dares to venture too close.
Its gaping maw is wide enough to swallow a person whole, lined with jagged, shadowy teeth that glisten menacingly. According to the legends, if you approach the creature, the surroundings grow oppressively darker, as if the very light itself shies away from its presence. Shadows seem to stretch and flicker, creating an unsettling atmosphere that disorients anyone who dares to approach.
The monster emits low growls and rumbles that resonate through the ground, giving a sense of an ancient power that lies within, while the air grows thick with an unnatural chill. Encountering this monster is said to evoke an instinctual sense of fear, urging travelers to flee before it takes notice of them. Legends in the local villages warn of the monster's domain, a place where light is swallowed, and darkness reigns supreme.
Local villagers have gone missing and then found dead, their bones hanging from the trees days later. Fear spreads through the villages, knowing the monster could come for any of them next, striking at any time.
*I still have no idea how this town still even has a population with all of the murderers and monsters and stuff*
Loriche is just chilling, still working on her planned device.
*Honestly, i have no idea either*
Two townsfolk run up to her, fear in their eyes
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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 jester what should I nerf then? all of them except abyss slash and crescent moon slash is limited use and it already has pretty high prerequisites in my opinion*
*Firstly, this shouldn't be a feat, possibly a class or a subclass of something else. It shouldn't do that much damage with anything, and it shouldn't give you resistance to anything.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
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 jester what should I nerf then? all of them except abyss slash and crescent moon slash is limited use and it already has pretty high prerequisites in my opinion*
*Firstly, this shouldn't be a feat, possibly a class or a subclass of something else. It shouldn't do that much damage with anything, and it shouldn't give you resistance to anything.*
*would you play this if it was a class?*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
The shadows of the trees standing at the clearing's edges all turn inwards towards that central point, not caring for the laws of light as they stretch and writhe to meet where the darkness is strongest. The soil shifts even more, cracking open in places.
" . . . I n o l o n g e r c a r e f o r h a v i n g a p h y s i c a l v e s s e l . . . I s h a l l n o t r e p e a t m y g r e a t e s t f o l l y . . ."
"I cannot see you, Ancient one...but I sense you are very powerful." he says, bowing slightly.
" . . . A r e y o u b l i n d , G e n e r a l ? . . L o o k a r o u n d y o u . . ."
The shadows all touch at that rotting grave, congealing and twisting into themselves- into a pool of utter lightless oblivion. The General's own shadow twists into a new shape- the shadow of a person in long flowing robes, with writhing tendrils around their head, that stares back up at him with a faceless expression.
" . . . O r p e r h a p s , I c a n m a k e y o u s e e . . . M a k e y o u s e e . . . E V E R Y T H I N G . . . "
He bows even deeper, clearly afraid.
The face of the Seer's shadow splits open into a wide, jagged grin. They are not just aware of the General's fear- they are reveling in it. The writhing branches of the trees' shadows seep up from the ground as tendrils of inky black oblivion, beginning to surround him.
" . . . W h a t ' s t h e m a t t e r ? . . D o y o u n o t w a n t s u c h a b l e s s i n g ? . ."
The air grows darker as the General screams and is killed. A 9-foot eldtrich horror lurks closer to them, holding the dead general in its clawed hand, holding it out like a cat returning from a kill.
*Would you like this creature's intro?*
" . . . A p i t y . . . T h a t o n e w o u l d h a v e m a d e a g o o d t h r a l l . . ."
The shadow that was once the General's still remains, gliding silently over to the other horror, that grin still on their face.
" . . . W h a t b u s i n e s s h a v e y o u h e r e , k i n d r e d ? . ."
The creature lays the body onto the rot, bowing. "Feast....hungry...forever starving..." it whispers, its voice slightly distorted.
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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.
In the depths of the shadowy woods, there lurks a monstrous being. Towering at an imposing 9 feet, its presence is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The creature is covered in a mottled, dark-hued skin that blends seamlessly with the underbrush, making it nearly invisible in the dim light of the forest.
The monster's most striking feature is its eerie white eyes, which seem to pierce through the thick gloom of the woods. These eyes hold a chilling intelligence, watching and observing with an otherworldly awareness. They can instill a sense of dread in anyone who dares to venture too close.
Its gaping maw is wide enough to swallow a person whole, lined with jagged, shadowy teeth that glisten menacingly. According to the legends, if you approach the creature, the surroundings grow oppressively darker, as if the very light itself shies away from its presence. Shadows seem to stretch and flicker, creating an unsettling atmosphere that disorients anyone who dares to approach.
The monster emits low growls and rumbles that resonate through the ground, giving a sense of an ancient power that lies within, while the air grows thick with an unnatural chill. Encountering this monster is said to evoke an instinctual sense of fear, urging travelers to flee before it takes notice of them. Legends in the local villages warn of the monster's domain, a place where light is swallowed, and darkness reigns supreme.
Local villagers have gone missing and then found dead, their bones hanging from the trees days later. Fear spreads through the villages, knowing the monster could come for any of them next, striking at any time.
*I still have no idea how this town still even has a population with all of the murderers and monsters and stuff*
Loriche is just chilling, still working on her planned device.
*Honestly, i have no idea either*
Two townsfolk run up to her, fear in their eyes
“What the… how did you get past my traps???” She looks confused.
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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.
*Anybody want to rp while I'm still here? If not it's all good.*
*I'd love to rp, if you want! Any particular character you'd like?*
*Of course I want to, though I don't have a preference, do you?*
*Neither do I- I'd love to interact with whatever characters you'd like to use!*
Omori is sitting on a rock in the woods, still thinking about that feeling of inexplicable dread that came out of the blue. 'It couldn't be...' she thinks to herself, before dismissively shaking her head, not wanting to even entertain that possibility.
There is a clearing in the forest- one that was not always there. Trees and stones, cut down and carved into jagged splinters by unbreakable, ferocious claws. The undergrowth, withered, the plants and the very soil bleached to a melancholy grey by a foul, infectious influence. The aftermath of a battle where neither combatant remained after- a betrayal's conclusion. Something stirs under the soil here. It's angry- so very angry- and it yearns for vengeance.
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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)
In the depths of the shadowy woods, there lurks a monstrous being. Towering at an imposing 9 feet, its presence is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The creature is covered in a mottled, dark-hued skin that blends seamlessly with the underbrush, making it nearly invisible in the dim light of the forest.
The monster's most striking feature is its eerie white eyes, which seem to pierce through the thick gloom of the woods. These eyes hold a chilling intelligence, watching and observing with an otherworldly awareness. They can instill a sense of dread in anyone who dares to venture too close.
Its gaping maw is wide enough to swallow a person whole, lined with jagged, shadowy teeth that glisten menacingly. According to the legends, if you approach the creature, the surroundings grow oppressively darker, as if the very light itself shies away from its presence. Shadows seem to stretch and flicker, creating an unsettling atmosphere that disorients anyone who dares to approach.
The monster emits low growls and rumbles that resonate through the ground, giving a sense of an ancient power that lies within, while the air grows thick with an unnatural chill. Encountering this monster is said to evoke an instinctual sense of fear, urging travelers to flee before it takes notice of them. Legends in the local villages warn of the monster's domain, a place where light is swallowed, and darkness reigns supreme.
Local villagers have gone missing and then found dead, their bones hanging from the trees days later. Fear spreads through the villages, knowing the monster could come for any of them next, striking at any time.
*I still have no idea how this town still even has a population with all of the murderers and monsters and stuff*
Loriche is just chilling, still working on her planned device.
*Honestly, i have no idea either*
Two townsfolk run up to her, fear in their eyes
“What the… how did you get past my traps???” She looks confused.
"miss please....you must help us..." one sobs, kneeling and pleading
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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 jester what should I nerf then? all of them except abyss slash and crescent moon slash is limited use and it already has pretty high prerequisites in my opinion*
*Firstly, this shouldn't be a feat, possibly a class or a subclass of something else. It shouldn't do that much damage with anything, and it shouldn't give you resistance to anything.*
*would you play this if it was a class?*
*If it was a balanced class and had more abilities, outside of just combat attacks, probably.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Anybody want to rp while I'm still here? If not it's all good.*
*yes. Here is my new abomination*
In the depths of the shadowy woods, there lurks a monstrous being. Towering at an imposing 9 feet, its presence is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The creature is covered in a mottled, dark-hued skin that blends seamlessly with the underbrush, making it nearly invisible in the dim light of the forest.
The monster's most striking feature is its eerie white eyes, which seem to pierce through the thick gloom of the woods. These eyes hold a chilling intelligence, watching and observing with an otherworldly awareness. They can instill a sense of dread in anyone who dares to venture too close.
Its gaping maw is wide enough to swallow a person whole, lined with jagged, shadowy teeth that glisten menacingly. According to the legends, if you approach the creature, the surroundings grow oppressively darker, as if the very light itself shies away from its presence. Shadows seem to stretch and flicker, creating an unsettling atmosphere that disorients anyone who dares to approach.
The monster emits low growls and rumbles that resonate through the ground, giving a sense of an ancient power that lies within, while the air grows thick with an unnatural chill. Encountering this monster is said to evoke an instinctual sense of fear, urging travelers to flee before it takes notice of them. Legends in the local villages warn of the monster's domain, a place where light is swallowed, and darkness reigns supreme.
Local villagers have gone missing and then found dead, their bones hanging from the trees days later. Fear spreads through the villages, knowing the monster could come for any of them next, striking at any time.
Something floats into the forest, a single child, ethereal in form with a deer skull for a hat lying on a pillow as a bed. The child wears Victorian clothing, seemingly a ghost of some kind. The child is asleep as it floats through the forest, snoring softly and shifting little.
The creature watches it, stalking
Eventually, it stops, the sound of wood snapping under something's foot nearby.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
In the depths of the shadowy woods, there lurks a monstrous being. Towering at an imposing 9 feet, its presence is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The creature is covered in a mottled, dark-hued skin that blends seamlessly with the underbrush, making it nearly invisible in the dim light of the forest.
The monster's most striking feature is its eerie white eyes, which seem to pierce through the thick gloom of the woods. These eyes hold a chilling intelligence, watching and observing with an otherworldly awareness. They can instill a sense of dread in anyone who dares to venture too close.
Its gaping maw is wide enough to swallow a person whole, lined with jagged, shadowy teeth that glisten menacingly. According to the legends, if you approach the creature, the surroundings grow oppressively darker, as if the very light itself shies away from its presence. Shadows seem to stretch and flicker, creating an unsettling atmosphere that disorients anyone who dares to approach.
The monster emits low growls and rumbles that resonate through the ground, giving a sense of an ancient power that lies within, while the air grows thick with an unnatural chill. Encountering this monster is said to evoke an instinctual sense of fear, urging travelers to flee before it takes notice of them. Legends in the local villages warn of the monster's domain, a place where light is swallowed, and darkness reigns supreme.
Local villagers have gone missing and then found dead, their bones hanging from the trees days later. Fear spreads through the villages, knowing the monster could come for any of them next, striking at any time.
*I still have no idea how this town still even has a population with all of the murderers and monsters and stuff*
Loriche is just chilling, still working on her planned device.
*Honestly, i have no idea either*
Two townsfolk run up to her, fear in their eyes
“What the… how did you get past my traps???” She looks confused.
"miss please....you must help us..." one sobs, kneeling and pleading
“What’s wrong?”
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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.
*Anybody want to rp while I'm still here? If not it's all good.*
*yes. Here is my new abomination*
In the depths of the shadowy woods, there lurks a monstrous being. Towering at an imposing 9 feet, its presence is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The creature is covered in a mottled, dark-hued skin that blends seamlessly with the underbrush, making it nearly invisible in the dim light of the forest.
The monster's most striking feature is its eerie white eyes, which seem to pierce through the thick gloom of the woods. These eyes hold a chilling intelligence, watching and observing with an otherworldly awareness. They can instill a sense of dread in anyone who dares to venture too close.
Its gaping maw is wide enough to swallow a person whole, lined with jagged, shadowy teeth that glisten menacingly. According to the legends, if you approach the creature, the surroundings grow oppressively darker, as if the very light itself shies away from its presence. Shadows seem to stretch and flicker, creating an unsettling atmosphere that disorients anyone who dares to approach.
The monster emits low growls and rumbles that resonate through the ground, giving a sense of an ancient power that lies within, while the air grows thick with an unnatural chill. Encountering this monster is said to evoke an instinctual sense of fear, urging travelers to flee before it takes notice of them. Legends in the local villages warn of the monster's domain, a place where light is swallowed, and darkness reigns supreme.
Local villagers have gone missing and then found dead, their bones hanging from the trees days later. Fear spreads through the villages, knowing the monster could come for any of them next, striking at any time.
Something floats into the forest, a single child, ethereal in form with a deer skull for a hat lying on a pillow as a bed. The child wears Victorian clothing, seemingly a ghost of some kind. The child is asleep as it floats through the forest, snoring softly and shifting little.
The creature watches it, stalking
Eventually, it stops, the sound of wood snapping under something's foot nearby.
The creature stops moving, blending in with the trees.
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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 jester what should I nerf then? all of them except abyss slash and crescent moon slash is limited use and it already has pretty high prerequisites in my opinion*
*Firstly, this shouldn't be a feat, possibly a class or a subclass of something else. It shouldn't do that much damage with anything, and it shouldn't give you resistance to anything.*
*would you play this if it was a class?*
*If it was a balanced class and had more abilities, outside of just combat attacks, probably.*
*I'll probably revise it make it into either a subclass or class nerf the damage and give it a few skills outside of attacking*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
"That sounds like you're lying. Are you lying?"
He sighs, beginning to take off his armor "Sounds about right. Want to do something fun?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Of course I want to, though I don't have a preference, do you?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The creature watches it, stalking
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*jester what should I nerf in your opinion?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
Extended sig
" . . . A p i t y . . . T h a t o n e w o u l d h a v e m a d e a g o o d t h r a l l . . ."
The shadow that was once the General's still remains, gliding silently over to the other horror, that grin still on their face.
" . . . W h a t b u s i n e s s h a v e y o u h e r e , k i n d r e d ? . ."
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)
*Honestly, i have no idea either*
Two townsfolk run up to her, fear in their eyes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“No, I’m not. I don’t like much of anybody. But that’s not a sexuality thing.”
“Depends on what you mean.“
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Firstly, this shouldn't be a feat, possibly a class or a subclass of something else. It shouldn't do that much damage with anything, and it shouldn't give you resistance to anything.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(anyone want to rp)
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
*would you play this if it was a class?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
Extended sig
The creature lays the body onto the rot, bowing. "Feast....hungry...forever starving..." it whispers, its voice slightly distorted.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“What the… how did you get past my traps???” She looks confused.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Ah, that makes it hard to be your wingman you know? That's the term right?"
I don't know, I'm just bored of working out, and drinking every day. Do you have anything in mind?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Neither do I- I'd love to interact with whatever characters you'd like to use!*
Omori is sitting on a rock in the woods, still thinking about that feeling of inexplicable dread that came out of the blue. 'It couldn't be...' she thinks to herself, before dismissively shaking her head, not wanting to even entertain that possibility.
There is a clearing in the forest- one that was not always there. Trees and stones, cut down and carved into jagged splinters by unbreakable, ferocious claws. The undergrowth, withered, the plants and the very soil bleached to a melancholy grey by a foul, infectious influence. The aftermath of a battle where neither combatant remained after- a betrayal's conclusion. Something stirs under the soil here. It's angry- so very angry- and it yearns for vengeance.
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)
"miss please....you must help us..." one sobs, kneeling and pleading
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*If it was a balanced class and had more abilities, outside of just combat attacks, probably.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Eventually, it stops, the sound of wood snapping under something's foot nearby.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“What’s wrong?”
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 creature stops moving, blending in with the trees.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'll probably revise it make it into either a subclass or class nerf the damage and give it a few skills outside of attacking*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
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