"Do not run child...i will bring you to your mother..." the voice says, like static in her brain. The monster follows her, right on her heels
"That pain-loving wretch is not my mother!" She yells back in response, not daring to slow down.
"I am not talking about the rot child...." he grumbles
She pauses for a moment to catch her breath, hiding behind a tree. "S- She didn't... send you after me?" She asks, getting ready to flee again should he be trying to trick her.
The monster lays on the ground, staring at her tree. "She did, but I did not realize...what she wanted to do...I may be a monster...but I have a heart..." it says lowly
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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.
She places another hand on top of his. "It's going to be okay. I mean, I've died multiple times- technically, at least- and look how I turned out." She says, chuckling to herself a bit. "But seriously though, as long as you're still here after, I'm happy."
"I s t h a t s o ? . ." The earth splits open more, innumerable inky, ethereal tendrils emerging and grasping at everything around them as it begins to tear itself free from the soil. " T h e n I ' l l j u s t h a v e t o t e a r y o u t w o a p a r t . . . B u t t h a t w i l l c o m e l a t e r . . ." The earth continues to split, and more and more of the Seer's incorporeal form begins to leak out from under her grave. "I t ' s a b o u t t i m e I p r o p e r l y m e e t t h e n e i g h b o r s , w o u l d n ' t y o u a g r e e ? . ."
"The real issue was making it back here without dying a second time." He chuckles, kissing her cheek softly "I wouldn't want to lose the person I love more than anything else." He sighs, looking at them for a long moment silently.
She sits down on her little bit of earth she has left, and begins to connect herself to it. She begins to channel her power through it, to repair the land and push away the shadows and the darkness. Her own form becomes inky black as she harnesses all the power she can muster to combat against it all "Ya ain't gonna do none o' that, it ain't even worth tryin'."
She looks back at him for just as long, all her eyes looking back into his. She kisses him on the cheek as well, before looking back over to her design notes. "If I may ask, what happened?"
An equal amount of eldritch force tries to continue to tear itself free from the earth, though Merabelle's magic does halt it from making any further progress. "F i r s t y o u t e l l m e t o ' g e t t h e [ 1 G P ] o u t o f y o u r f o r e s t ' . . . N o w y o u k e e p m e f r o m l e a v i n g . . . N o t h i n g y o u h a v e s a i d h a s m a d e a n y s e n s e . . ."
He leans against her, looking at the notes "I was just going for a hunt, and found a beast much more powerful than I. Killing them will be very fun indeed." He says, happily, waiting for the day he get the chance "You know, I've been thinking, you should open an art museum."
"I've decided ya don't get ta leave, I'm allowed ta change my mind. Ya don't have ta worry on me changin' my mind 'bout killin' ya though, cause that's just gonna happen." She doesn't push farther, worrying about the chance she may exhaust herself in the attempt to reach deeper and tear to the core.
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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.'
*Trying to decide what his first act of vileness should be... perhaps simply breaking into Stroth and Sparrow's home, dragging along Stroth's old boyfriend. Deceased, of course.*
*Maybe destroying a town and eating the residents,*
*or turning a child into a monster and seeing if their mother still loves them.*
She places another hand on top of his. "It's going to be okay. I mean, I've died multiple times- technically, at least- and look how I turned out." She says, chuckling to herself a bit. "But seriously though, as long as you're still here after, I'm happy."
"I s t h a t s o ? . ." The earth splits open more, innumerable inky, ethereal tendrils emerging and grasping at everything around them as it begins to tear itself free from the soil. " T h e n I ' l l j u s t h a v e t o t e a r y o u t w o a p a r t . . . B u t t h a t w i l l c o m e l a t e r . . ." The earth continues to split, and more and more of the Seer's incorporeal form begins to leak out from under her grave. "I t ' s a b o u t t i m e I p r o p e r l y m e e t t h e n e i g h b o r s , w o u l d n ' t y o u a g r e e ? . ."
"The real issue was making it back here without dying a second time." He chuckles, kissing her cheek softly "I wouldn't want to lose the person I love more than anything else." He sighs, looking at them for a long moment silently.
She sits down on her little bit of earth she has left, and begins to connect herself to it. She begins to channel her power through it, to repair the land and push away the shadows and the darkness. Her own form becomes inky black as she harnesses all the power she can muster to combat against it all "Ya ain't gonna do none o' that, it ain't even worth tryin'."
She looks back at him for just as long, all her eyes looking back into his. She kisses him on the cheek as well, before looking back over to her design notes. "If I may ask, what happened?"
An equal amount of eldritch force tries to continue to tear itself free from the earth, though Merabelle's magic does halt it from making any further progress. "F i r s t y o u t e l l m e t o ' g e t t h e [ 1 G P ] o u t o f y o u r f o r e s t ' . . . N o w y o u k e e p m e f r o m l e a v i n g . . . N o t h i n g y o u h a v e s a i d h a s m a d e a n y s e n s e . . ."
He leans against her, looking at the notes "I was just going for a hunt, and found a beast much more powerful than I. Killing them will be very fun indeed." He says, happily, waiting for the day he get the chance "You know, I've been thinking, you should open an art museum."
"I've decided ya don't get ta leave, I'm allowed ta change my mind. Ya don't have ta worry on me changin' my mind 'bout killin' ya though, cause that's just gonna happen." She doesn't push farther, worrying about the chance she may exhaust herself in the attempt to reach deeper and tear to the core.
"I'd love to cut it open and take notes of its anatomy once you do." She cheerily replies, before pausing to think about his idea. "That's a brilliant idea. I'd need to figure out where, but once that hurdle is cleared... yeah, I like the sound of having an art museum."
"Y o u c a n ' t k i l l w h a t ' s a l r e a d y d e a d . . ." It retorts, continuing to steadily push back more and more- slowly, but steadily. "S o , o n c e I k i l l y o u , I ' l l j u s t b r i n g y o u b a c k , s o s h e c a n w a t c h y o u f a i l t o s a v e h e r . . . A g a i n , a n d a g a i n . . . F o r e v e r . . ."
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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)
*If anyone wishes to rp, here are the characters.*
Stroth is sitting on the roof of the tavern, eating lunch of a salad, a man she discreetly killed and was careful to not get caught for, and corn on the cob. Its a scary sight, watching her eat with her multiple mouths.
A large figure dressed in golden armor is sitting in the tavern, polishing his shield made of similar gold metal. The symbol of abjuration on the front is etched nicely.
Jack is trying to practice his new spell but he cant seem to get it right.
The monster lays on the ground, staring at her tree. "She did, but I did not realize...what she wanted to do...I may be a monster...but I have a heart..." it says lowly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He leans against her, looking at the notes "I was just going for a hunt, and found a beast much more powerful than I. Killing them will be very fun indeed." He says, happily, waiting for the day he get the chance "You know, I've been thinking, you should open an art museum."
"I've decided ya don't get ta leave, I'm allowed ta change my mind. Ya don't have ta worry on me changin' my mind 'bout killin' ya though, cause that's just gonna happen." She doesn't push farther, worrying about the chance she may exhaust herself in the attempt to reach deeper and tear to the core.
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.)
"An alcoholic, addicted to smoking, and slowly dying from a disease I can't heal."
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 could try the spell cure wounds on you with an 8th-level spell slot if you'd like but I doubt that'd fix it"
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*anyone wanna RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"It wouldn't, it isn't a wound, it's a disease. Greaster Restoration wouldn't do it either. I'm not sure Wish would do it."
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.)
"well you would have to find a sorcerer that can cast wish to know that"
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"Not worth the time, I am going to die, that's about it." He stands up, putting away his journal.
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.)
*Ah yo Theren you still here?*
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 wish to rp?*
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'm here, not sure if you want to rp with me, but I'm here.*
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.)
*Yesh, Jack and Phoenix and Theren and Lore if thats oki?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"hey, can I see the victim's body?"
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*yep. still existing*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Valentine is almost here.*
*Trying to decide what his first act of vileness should be... perhaps simply breaking into Stroth and Sparrow's home, dragging along Stroth's old boyfriend. Deceased, of course.*
*Maybe destroying a town and eating the residents,*
*or turning a child into a monster and seeing if their mother still loves them.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"...No... that's not... why would that be allowed?"
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'd love to cut it open and take notes of its anatomy once you do." She cheerily replies, before pausing to think about his idea. "That's a brilliant idea. I'd need to figure out where, but once that hurdle is cleared... yeah, I like the sound of having an art museum."
"Y o u c a n ' t k i l l w h a t ' s a l r e a d y d e a d . . ." It retorts, continuing to steadily push back more and more- slowly, but steadily.
"S o , o n c e I k i l l y o u , I ' l l j u s t b r i n g y o u b a c k , s o s h e c a n w a t c h y o u f a i l t o s a v e h e r . . . A g a i n , a n d a g a i n . . . F o r e v e r . . ."
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)
*I forgot to ask you how you were today, how are 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.)
*If anyone wishes to rp, here are the characters.*
Stroth is sitting on the roof of the tavern, eating lunch of a salad, a man she discreetly killed and was careful to not get caught for, and corn on the cob. Its a scary sight, watching her eat with her multiple mouths.
A large figure dressed in golden armor is sitting in the tavern, polishing his shield made of similar gold metal. The symbol of abjuration on the front is etched nicely.
Jack is trying to practice his new spell but he cant seem to get it right.
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
"Because I'm curious and you have nothing better to do"
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