It chuckles, sounding like radio static. "Yes....you want it alive?"
". . . I t d o e s n ' t m a t t e r e i t h e r w a y . . ." It responds, laughing a bit as well.
It nods. "Show...me what...it looks like.."
The shadow contorts into a new shape for a while- what looks like a child, with similar tendril 'hair'- before reverting back to its original form, making the change back include brief but needlessly graphic imagery of the child's shadow being torn apart.
It smiles gruesomely, going to hunt for the child.
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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
It chuckles, sounding like radio static. "Yes....you want it alive?"
". . . I t d o e s n ' t m a t t e r e i t h e r w a y . . ." It responds, laughing a bit as well.
It nods. "Show...me what...it looks like.."
The shadow contorts into a new shape for a while- what looks like a child, with similar tendril 'hair'- before reverting back to its original form, making the change back include brief but needlessly graphic imagery of the child's shadow being torn apart.
It smiles gruesomely, going to hunt for the child.
The Seer's Shadow watches as they leave to pursue their target, smiling to itself. Then, it dissolves into ichor and sinks into the earth, alongside all the other shadows it was collecting.
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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)
It chuckles, sounding like radio static. "Yes....you want it alive?"
". . . I t d o e s n ' t m a t t e r e i t h e r w a y . . ." It responds, laughing a bit as well.
It nods. "Show...me what...it looks like.."
The shadow contorts into a new shape for a while- what looks like a child, with similar tendril 'hair'- before reverting back to its original form, making the change back include brief but needlessly graphic imagery of the child's shadow being torn apart.
It smiles gruesomely, going to hunt for the child.
The Seer's Shadow watches as they leave to pursue their target, smiling to itself. Then, it dissolves into ichor and sinks into the earth, alongside all the other shadows it was collecting.
The creature stalks through the woods, looking for the child.
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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.
" . . . T h e n I w i l l B R E A K Y O U F I R S T ." It hisses back at her, seething with hate. The shadows of the nearby trees twist and writhe, before seeping up from the ground as inky tendrils, ending in grasping slender hands and flailing hooks and snapping jaws of razor teeth.
She doesn't get scared for a moment, instead, cracking a smile on her face as she begins to mutter some words of power. Inky black covers her body as light begins to shine, Inky black wings forming as her constellations take complete form. With a snap of her fingers she casts Sunbeam right on top of them, DC 19, Damage:39
Shadow's Dex save: 21
As the sunbeam hits the Seer's Shadow, it shrieks with both pain and rage, sinking back into the soil of the clearing to avoid a second attack. The flailing tendrils of darkness all lash at Merabelle with their various weapons.
Twisted Shadow 1: Attack 1: 19 to hit, 12 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 24 to hit, 8 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 10 to hit, 21 necrotic damage.
Twisted Shadow 2: Attack 1: 11 to hit, 19 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 22 to hit, 12 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 17 to hit, 12 necrotic damage.
Two of each of the twisted shadow's attacks hit her, but she automatically passes on the Concentration saves with the constellation of the Dragon. She moves the Sunbeam to stay on top of the Seer's shadow, as well as causing fire to begin licking at their feet. Make me the Sunbeam save again, as well as a Dex save for Firestorm as She is surrounded by flames. Same DC, damage:3025
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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
" . . . T h e n I w i l l B R E A K Y O U F I R S T ." It hisses back at her, seething with hate. The shadows of the nearby trees twist and writhe, before seeping up from the ground as inky tendrils, ending in grasping slender hands and flailing hooks and snapping jaws of razor teeth.
She doesn't get scared for a moment, instead, cracking a smile on her face as she begins to mutter some words of power. Inky black covers her body as light begins to shine, Inky black wings forming as her constellations take complete form. With a snap of her fingers she casts Sunbeam right on top of them, DC 19, Damage:39
Shadow's Dex save: 21
As the sunbeam hits the Seer's Shadow, it shrieks with both pain and rage, sinking back into the soil of the clearing to avoid a second attack. The flailing tendrils of darkness all lash at Merabelle with their various weapons.
Twisted Shadow 1: Attack 1: 19 to hit, 12 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 24 to hit, 8 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 10 to hit, 21 necrotic damage.
Twisted Shadow 2: Attack 1: 11 to hit, 19 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 22 to hit, 12 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 17 to hit, 12 necrotic damage.
Two of each of the twisted shadow's attacks hit her, but she automatically passes on the Concentration saves with the constellation of the Dragon. She moves the Sunbeam to stay on top of the Seer's shadow, as well as causing fire to begin licking at their feet. Make me the Sunbeam save again, as well as a Dex save for Firestorm as She is surrounded by flames. Same DC, damage:1944
The Shadow's saves: 8 for Sunbeam, 11 for Firestorm
The Twisted Shadows make their attacks again. Twisted Shadow 1: Attack 1: 9 to hit, 21 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 17 to hit, 24 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 14 to hit, 22 necrotic damage. Twisted Shadow 2: Attack 1: 25 to hit, 22 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 21 to hit, 17 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 15 to hit, 23 necrotic damage.
The Seer's Shadow writhes in pain- seemingly more in pain from the sunbeam than the flames. It seems very much hurt, but the corruption fueling the twisted shadows has not weakened in the slightest. The Seer's Shadow isn't the center of this abominable blight, but an avatar of it. The Seer smiles through it, laughing to themselves.
"Y o u k n o w , I s e n t s o m e o n e t o l o o k f o r O m o r i n o t t o o l o n g a g o . . ." It starts, pretending to sound concerned, though speaking truthfully. ". . . W h e r e i s s h e r i g h t n o w , a n y w a y ? . ." It adds, venom in its words.
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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)
It chuckles, sounding like radio static. "Yes....you want it alive?"
". . . I t d o e s n ' t m a t t e r e i t h e r w a y . . ." It responds, laughing a bit as well.
It nods. "Show...me what...it looks like.."
The shadow contorts into a new shape for a while- what looks like a child, with similar tendril 'hair'- before reverting back to its original form, making the change back include brief but needlessly graphic imagery of the child's shadow being torn apart.
It smiles gruesomely, going to hunt for the child.
The Seer's Shadow watches as they leave to pursue their target, smiling to itself. Then, it dissolves into ichor and sinks into the earth, alongside all the other shadows it was collecting.
The creature stalks through the woods, looking for the child.
After a while, Omori hears that something, and panics, trying to hide within the shadows.
Omori's Stealth: 14
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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)
The Shadow's saves: 8 for Sunbeam, 11 for Firestorm
The Twisted Shadows make their attacks again. Twisted Shadow 1: Attack 1: 9 to hit, 21 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 17 to hit, 24 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 14 to hit, 22 necrotic damage. Twisted Shadow 2: Attack 1: 25 to hit, 22 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 21 to hit, 17 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 15 to hit, 23 necrotic damage.
The Seer's Shadow writhes in pain- seemingly more in pain from the sunbeam than the flames. It seems very much hurt, but the corruption fueling the twisted shadows has not weakened in the slightest. The Seer's Shadow isn't the center of this abominable blight, but an avatar of it. The Seer smiles through it, laughing to themselves.
"Y o u k n o w , I s e n t s o m e o n e t o l o o k f o r O m o r i n o t t o o l o n g a g o . . ." It starts, pretending to sound concerned, though speaking truthfully. ". . . W h e r e i s s h e r i g h t n o w , a n y w a y ? . ." It adds, venom in its words.
She looks hurt by the attacks, bleeding but far from willing to stop her assualt, moving the Sun beam on top of them again "I ain't gonna tell ya. How 'bout ya stop tryin' ta kill me an' I ain't gonna go after yer core an' purify it." She says as she puts a hand to her chest, casting a fifth level Cure Wounds on herself "I can do this fer as long as ya can, an' my power comes from the stars." Healing:21 Damage:23
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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
The Shadow's saves: 8 for Sunbeam, 11 for Firestorm
The Twisted Shadows make their attacks again. Twisted Shadow 1: Attack 1: 9 to hit, 21 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 17 to hit, 24 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 14 to hit, 22 necrotic damage. Twisted Shadow 2: Attack 1: 25 to hit, 22 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 21 to hit, 17 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 15 to hit, 23 necrotic damage.
The Seer's Shadow writhes in pain- seemingly more in pain from the sunbeam than the flames. It seems very much hurt, but the corruption fueling the twisted shadows has not weakened in the slightest. The Seer's Shadow isn't the center of this abominable blight, but an avatar of it. The Seer smiles through it, laughing to themselves.
"Y o u k n o w , I s e n t s o m e o n e t o l o o k f o r O m o r i n o t t o o l o n g a g o . . ." It starts, pretending to sound concerned, though speaking truthfully. ". . . W h e r e i s s h e r i g h t n o w , a n y w a y ? . ." It adds, venom in its words.
She looks hurt by the attacks, bleeding but far from willing to stop her assualt, moving the Sun beam on top of them again "I ain't gonna tell ya. How 'bout ya stop tryin' ta kill me an' I ain't gonna go after yer core an' purify it." She says as she puts a hand to her chest, casting a fifth level Cure Wounds on herself "I can do this fer as long as ya can, an' my power comes from the stars." Healing:38 Damage:22
*Alrighty, I'm back! Sorry about the delay.*
The shadow grins an inhumanly wide grin. The twisting tendrils of darkness cease their attacks- momentarily, at least.
"H o w a b o u t y o u s t o p t r y i n g t o k i l l m e , a n d g o r e s c u e y o u r ' d a u g h t e r ' ? . ." It responds, that last word holding a special tone of resentment.
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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)
The shadow grins an inhumanly wide grin. The twisting tendrils of darkness cease their attacks- momentarily, at least.
"H o w a b o u t y o u s t o p t r y i n g t o k i l l m e , a n d g o r e s c u e y o u r ' d a u g h t e r ' ? . ." It responds, that last word holding a special tone of resentment.
"WHAT?! YOU [GP]!" She sprints off to go find Omori, dispelling the Sunbeam, healing herself as she runs through the forest, ignoring everything else around her.
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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.'
*Hello, my fellow observer of lunar phenomena! How are you today?*
(I am very bored. how about you)
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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
The shadow grins an inhumanly wide grin. The twisting tendrils of darkness cease their attacks- momentarily, at least.
"H o w a b o u t y o u s t o p t r y i n g t o k i l l m e , a n d g o r e s c u e y o u r ' d a u g h t e r ' ? . ." It responds, that last word holding a special tone of resentment.
"WHAT?! YOU [GP]!" She sprints off to go find Omori, dispelling the Sunbeam, healing herself as she runs through the forest, ignoring everything else around her.
She can hear the Seer laughing as she sprints away, the shadows all dissolving into ichor and returning to beneath the soil of that damned clearing.
Omori is hiding in the dark within a fallen log, desperately trying to stay quiet and on the verge of tears. Another of those twisted shadows is slithering around the woods, trying to track her down.
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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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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(rp anyone?)
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
The Seer's Shadow watches as they leave to pursue their target, smiling to itself. Then, it dissolves into ichor and sinks into the earth, alongside all the other shadows it was collecting.
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)
The creature stalks through the woods, looking for the child.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Two of each of the twisted shadow's attacks hit her, but she automatically passes on the Concentration saves with the constellation of the Dragon. She moves the Sunbeam to stay on top of the Seer's shadow, as well as causing fire to begin licking at their feet. Make me the Sunbeam save again, as well as a Dex save for Firestorm as She is surrounded by flames. Same DC, damage:30 25
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.)
(hi Yvonne)
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
"Uncontrolled... a... natural... disaster..." It says as the Child stirs a little.
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 gently rocks the child back to sleep.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He goes back to a peaceful slumber. Both creatures would have noticed the sun flicker through the clouds.
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 hisses, dimming the light around them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I... don't remember... what turned... me, I... just must... protect... him..."
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 Shadow's saves: 8 for Sunbeam, 11 for Firestorm
The Twisted Shadows make their attacks again.
Twisted Shadow 1: Attack 1: 9 to hit, 21 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 17 to hit, 24 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 14 to hit, 22 necrotic damage.
Twisted Shadow 2: Attack 1: 25 to hit, 22 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 21 to hit, 17 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 15 to hit, 23 necrotic damage.
The Seer's Shadow writhes in pain- seemingly more in pain from the sunbeam than the flames. It seems very much hurt, but the corruption fueling the twisted shadows has not weakened in the slightest. The Seer's Shadow isn't the center of this abominable blight, but an avatar of it. The Seer smiles through it, laughing to themselves.
"Y o u k n o w , I s e n t s o m e o n e t o l o o k f o r O m o r i n o t t o o l o n g a g o . . ." It starts, pretending to sound concerned, though speaking truthfully. ". . . W h e r e i s s h e r i g h t n o w , a n y w a y ? . ." It adds, venom in its words.
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)
After a while, Omori hears that something, and panics, trying to hide within the shadows.
Omori's Stealth: 14
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 looks hurt by the attacks, bleeding but far from willing to stop her assualt, moving the Sun beam on top of them again "I ain't gonna tell ya. How 'bout ya stop tryin' ta kill me an' I ain't gonna go after yer core an' purify it." She says as she puts a hand to her chest, casting a fifth level Cure Wounds on herself "I can do this fer as long as ya can, an' my power comes from the stars." Healing:21 Damage:23
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.)
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
*Alrighty, I'm back! Sorry about the delay.*
The shadow grins an inhumanly wide grin. The twisting tendrils of darkness cease their attacks- momentarily, at least.
"H o w a b o u t y o u s t o p t r y i n g t o k i l l m e , a n d g o r e s c u e y o u r ' d a u g h t e r ' ? . ." It responds, that last word holding a special tone of resentment.
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)
*Hello, my fellow observer of lunar phenomena! How are you today?*
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)
"WHAT?! YOU [GP]!" She sprints off to go find Omori, dispelling the Sunbeam, healing herself as she runs through the forest, ignoring everything else around her.
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.)
(I am very bored. how about you)
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
She can hear the Seer laughing as she sprints away, the shadows all dissolving into ichor and returning to beneath the soil of that damned clearing.
Omori is hiding in the dark within a fallen log, desperately trying to stay quiet and on the verge of tears. Another of those twisted shadows is slithering around the woods, trying to track her down.
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)