*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.
KK is also on the roof of the tavern, making a painting of the landscape in vivid shades of red, using paint that is probably made from someone's blood to do so.
Stroth hands her some corn "Want some?"
One of her hands that isn't holding her painting tools accepts the corn. "Yes, thank you."
She nods and hands her half an ear, snapping it in half.
She takes the offered half, looking back at the painting. "So, how have things been?" She asks, taking a bite from the corn.
"Eh, okay for the most part." She said "What about you?"
"It's been a rollercoaster. Have a boyfriend now, made a nightmare theme park, and the Seer is trying to come back... peaks and valleys, you know?"
"A boyfriend eh? Look at you gooooooo!" she pokes her.
She chuckles a bit. "Yep! I guess we matched each other's insanity, and were fast friends, and then things just kinda progressed from there. He's... he's perfect, really."
"Good for you hon." She nodded.
There is silence for a second, before KK thinks of something else. "Oh right, I've also been making more unique types of constructs. Spent a lot of time just doing that, actually."
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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 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
*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.
KK is also on the roof of the tavern, making a painting of the landscape in vivid shades of red, using paint that is probably made from someone's blood to do so.
Stroth hands her some corn "Want some?"
One of her hands that isn't holding her painting tools accepts the corn. "Yes, thank you."
She nods and hands her half an ear, snapping it in half.
She takes the offered half, looking back at the painting. "So, how have things been?" She asks, taking a bite from the corn.
"Eh, okay for the most part." She said "What about you?"
"It's been a rollercoaster. Have a boyfriend now, made a nightmare theme park, and the Seer is trying to come back... peaks and valleys, you know?"
"A boyfriend eh? Look at you gooooooo!" she pokes her.
She chuckles a bit. "Yep! I guess we matched each other's insanity, and were fast friends, and then things just kinda progressed from there. He's... he's perfect, really."
"Good for you hon." She nodded.
There is silence for a second, before KK thinks of something else. "Oh right, I've also been making more unique types of constructs. Spent a lot of time just doing that, actually."
A black portal opens in the ground under a nearby town, looking like an inky smear, slowly leaking upward into the sky to resemble a black, upside-down waterfall. Buildings begin to crack and bleed and float upward in the tide, losing their color along with everything else in the vicinity. Slowly, agonizingly, the entire town is pulled into the dark fountain. Men, women, children, animals, trees, art, buildings, all the hope and love of this place... extinguished in less than an hour.
Suddenly, the shadowy substance begins to warp and twist into... a castle. No, a factory. A crab? What is this thing? It's made of the material of every object and being dragged into it, but it fails to resemble anything conventionally human or architecturally possible.
Someone... no, something sits alone at a table on an upside-down portion of the roof, reading a newspaper and passively snacking on a feast made from the remains of those too small and tender to be used as building materials. It wears dark, comfortable clothes, with plenty of fluff and comforting fabrics expensive and intricate enough to bankrupt most empires.
After a bit, it sets down its newspaper and floats down from the roof before heading for the tavern. It has golden pupils, the only real color in its humanoid body, and a black sun hat with an ouroboros-shaped crown around it. The color seems to drain out of the environment around him as half-formed nightmares crawl through nearby shadows to scavenge in his wake.
She keeps up with the pace each time it changes, her own melody being erratic as well- like a broken mirror with all of its pieces rearranged into new shapes- odd time signatures and discordant notes that still blend beautifully with his playing.
After another minute of this struggle, Omori runs from the forest to her mother's aid, which draws the Seer's attention for just long enough that they lose a bit of their focus. The Seer's Shadow panics to regain an advantage, but is pushed back into the earth by Merabelle's magic, and the small extra bit of druidic magic that comes from Omori channeling her energy into her mother's magic, spending all of her own spell slots.
Once the song is finished, he takes his hands off the piano, smiling softly as he opens his eyes back up "That was fun, you really are perfect for me." He puts his hands in the pocket of his coat, fidgeting with something before seemingly thinking better of it and taking one of her hands.
With their combined power, the weight is much lighter, and pushing the Seer back into the ground and sealing it back up becomes a far easier task. Merabelle expends all of her spell slots as well to make sure that the seal lasts until they can get a long enough rest to regenerate them. Once it is finished, she falls out of her starry form, looking down to Omori with a smile.
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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.'
*I just realized I never added actions for the subclass I created so all the features that give you attacks don't work till I make them have an action lol*
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 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
A black portal opens in the ground under a nearby town, looking like an inky smear, slowly leaking upward into the sky to resemble a black, upside-down waterfall. Buildings begin to crack and bleed and float upward in the tide, losing their color along with everything else in the vicinity. Slowly, agonizingly, the entire town is pulled into the dark fountain. Men, women, children, animals, trees, art, buildings, all the hope and love of this place... extinguished in less than an hour.
Suddenly, the shadowy substance begins to warp and twist into... a castle. No, a factory. A crab? What is this thing? It's made of the material of every object and being dragged into it, but it fails to resemble anything conventionally human or architecturally possible.
Someone... no, something sits alone at a table on an upside-down portion of the roof, reading a newspaper and passively snacking on a feast made from the remains of those too small and tender to be used as building materials. It wears dark, comfortable clothes, with plenty of fluff and comforting fabrics expensive and intricate enough to bankrupt most empires.
After a bit, it sets down its newspaper and floats down from the roof before heading for the tavern. It has golden pupils, the only real color in its humanoid body, and a black sun hat with an ouroboros-shaped crown around it. The color seems to drain out of the environment around him as half-formed nightmares crawl through nearby shadows to scavenge in his wake.
A black portal opens in the ground under a nearby town, looking like an inky smear, slowly leaking upward into the sky to resemble a black, upside-down waterfall. Buildings begin to crack and bleed and float upward in the tide, losing their color along with everything else in the vicinity. Slowly, agonizingly, the entire town is pulled into the dark fountain. Men, women, children, animals, trees, art, buildings, all the hope and love of this place... extinguished in less than an hour.
Suddenly, the shadowy substance begins to warp and twist into... a castle. No, a factory. A crab? What is this thing? It's made of the material of every object and being dragged into it, but it fails to resemble anything conventionally human or architecturally possible.
Someone... no, something sits alone at a table on an upside-down portion of the roof, reading a newspaper and passively snacking on a feast made from the remains of those too small and tender to be used as building materials. It wears dark, comfortable clothes, with plenty of fluff and comforting fabrics expensive and intricate enough to bankrupt most empires.
After a bit, it sets down its newspaper and floats down from the roof before heading for the tavern. It has golden pupils, the only real color in its humanoid body, and a black sun hat with an ouroboros-shaped crown around it. The color seems to drain out of the environment around him as half-formed nightmares crawl through nearby shadows to scavenge in his wake.
*This got buried immediately*
(lot of people rping today lol)
A small metal bird flies above the town, observing what has been done to it
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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
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There is silence for a second, before KK thinks of something else. "Oh right, I've also been making more unique types of constructs. Spent a lot of time just doing that, actually."
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)
(you want to rp wendo)
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
"Intresting, need flesh for them?"
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
A black portal opens in the ground under a nearby town, looking like an inky smear, slowly leaking upward into the sky to resemble a black, upside-down waterfall. Buildings begin to crack and bleed and float upward in the tide, losing their color along with everything else in the vicinity. Slowly, agonizingly, the entire town is pulled into the dark fountain. Men, women, children, animals, trees, art, buildings, all the hope and love of this place... extinguished in less than an hour.
Suddenly, the shadowy substance begins to warp and twist into... a castle. No, a factory. A crab? What is this thing? It's made of the material of every object and being dragged into it, but it fails to resemble anything conventionally human or architecturally possible.
Someone... no, something sits alone at a table on an upside-down portion of the roof, reading a newspaper and passively snacking on a feast made from the remains of those too small and tender to be used as building materials. It wears dark, comfortable clothes, with plenty of fluff and comforting fabrics expensive and intricate enough to bankrupt most empires.
After a bit, it sets down its newspaper and floats down from the roof before heading for the tavern. It has golden pupils, the only real color in its humanoid body, and a black sun hat with an ouroboros-shaped crown around it. The color seems to drain out of the environment around him as half-formed nightmares crawl through nearby shadows to scavenge in his wake.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Once the song is finished, he takes his hands off the piano, smiling softly as he opens his eyes back up "That was fun, you really are perfect for me." He puts his hands in the pocket of his coat, fidgeting with something before seemingly thinking better of it and taking one of her hands.
With their combined power, the weight is much lighter, and pushing the Seer back into the ground and sealing it back up becomes a far easier task. Merabelle expends all of her spell slots as well to make sure that the seal lasts until they can get a long enough rest to regenerate them. Once it is finished, she falls out of her starry form, looking down to Omori with a smile.
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.)
"You dont gottaaaa!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*It's not too complicated, more annoying than difficult really.*
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.)
"Too bad." he chuckles.
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 just realized I never added actions for the subclass I created so all the features that give you attacks don't work till I make them have an action lol*
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*Alright chooms, Cyberpunk is back on my mind. So, i will be making a character based off the game.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cut for KK and Stroth*
"Some of them. Most of them are still metal and cloth and such."
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)
He wraps his arm around her hips, holding her close, looking to the sky.
"What are you staying for my friend? The reason behind your stay?"
(Oh, and can I have Arthur?)
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
Phoenix huffs. "Fine. But i wanna spend more time with you. So, we should go on a date, been a while."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(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
"Okay, Ill get some for ya. Any kind you want?"
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
*This got buried immediately*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Good place to end?)
"There is an evil here, something incredibly dark.. I must stop it."
Arthur is outside, fixing his arm.
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
(lot of people rping today lol)
A small metal bird flies above the town, observing what has been done to it
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