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.
Thirteen has detected a metaphysical anomaly of hitherto unexpected levels, and is going to investigate along with several backup skeletons.
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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.
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
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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.
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.
Stroth narrows her eyes at it, the creature in her rumbling in rage.
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
he hears a mechanical humming from behind him
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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
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.
The Seer's Shadow watches from beneath the soil, immensely curious about the something sitting on that upside-down roof, and decides to spend a little bit of her power to see what it is. The shadows all around the being seem to grow a touch darker, as a humanoid figure made entirely of shadowy, inky ichor emerges from the upside-down roof near him- an avatar of its power.
"Hello there." It speaks with a voice that is not its own, but that of its creator.
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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)
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
he hears a mechanical humming from behind him
He glances behind him as he swipes more money
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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.
"I intend to stay a bit but the length of the stay is to be determined."
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?)
(Good place to end?)
"There is an evil here, something incredibly dark.. I must stop it."
Arthur is outside, fixing his arm.
(If you want to end that, totally.)
"Do you know what that evil is? Where it might be?"
He hears the sound of a voice, the voice of someone dead, a voice he once dreaded "Still workin' on yer trinkets aren't ya Arthur?" Someone he hasn't heard from since he lived on Draco. An elderly woman, despite not looking it, a High elf woman, and his old caretaker.
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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
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
he hears a mechanical humming from behind him
He glances behind him as he swipes more money
A small spherical drone is following him
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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
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
he hears a mechanical humming from behind him
He glances behind him as he swipes more money
A small spherical drone is following him
He ducks into an alleyway, pulling up his hood.
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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.
"I intend to stay a bit but the length of the stay is to be determined."
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?)
(Good place to end?)
"There is an evil here, something incredibly dark.. I must stop it."
Arthur is outside, fixing his arm.
(If you want to end that, totally.)
"Do you know what that evil is? Where it might be?"
He hears the sound of a voice, the voice of someone dead, a voice he once dreaded "Still workin' on yer trinkets aren't ya Arthur?" Someone he hasn't heard from since he lived on Draco. An elderly woman, despite not looking it, a High elf woman, and his old caretaker.
"I do not know yet but the feeling creeps into my bones. It is my job to drive darkness and evil back" They said, their large ears flapping.
Arthur turns around quickly, whipping out his revolver "You got a second to show yerself."
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
he hears a mechanical humming from behind him
He glances behind him as he swipes more money
A small spherical drone is following him
He ducks into an alleyway, pulling up his hood.
He hears a small click as it takes a picture of him
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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
*Sorry love, things are getting buried quickly. I responded to you awhile back tho.
(sorry I missed that. i'll go find 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
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.
"It was- even if mine was a little off-key." She chuckles a bit, noticing his hand move to his coat pocket for a moment but not commenting on it. "We really are perfect for each other, aren't we?"
She looks over at the ground where that abominable force is contained, falling to her knees with exhaustion, having spent all her spell slots and most of her stamina. "How... how long will it last?" She asks, still catching her breath from running here.
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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)
"I do not know yet but the feeling creeps into my bones. It is my job to drive darkness and evil back" They said, their large ears flapping.
Arthur turns around quickly, whipping out his revolver "You got a second to show yerself."
"A noble goal to have. You are... well, I don't know you too well, so I won't call you a hero just yet." He says with a sharp smile.
He feels a tap on his shoulder, and the voice of his old caretaker again "You couldn't hit me with that thing if you wanted to, and you don't want to."
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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.'
*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.
Isaac is at one of the tables having lunch
The figure looks over and waves kindly.
He waves back "hello"
"How're you?"
"doing well enough. how about you?"
"I am well as well, I am glad you are well." they said.
he nods "what brought you here?"
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"I fully agree." He said, leaning his head on his shoulder.
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
Thirteen has detected a metaphysical anomaly of hitherto unexpected levels, and is going to investigate along with several backup skeletons.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Walking down the bustling city street is a young man with neatly cut black hair with dark blue highlights. He has mechanical legs, and a robotic eye, and wears futuristic street clothes. He has scuffed sneakers, a big white and black jacket, and a black shirt underneath. He swipes money from people easily, counting each coin he steals. He hums to himself as he walks, eyes darting around and on alert.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Stroth narrows her eyes at it, the creature in her rumbling in rage.
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
Phoenix hugs him. "Picnic?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
he hears a mechanical humming from behind him
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 from beneath the soil, immensely curious about the something sitting on that upside-down roof, and decides to spend a little bit of her power to see what it is. The shadows all around the being seem to grow a touch darker, as a humanoid figure made entirely of shadowy, inky ichor emerges from the upside-down roof near him- an avatar of its power.
"Hello there." It speaks with a voice that is not its own, but that of its creator.
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 glances behind him as he swipes more money
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(If you want to end that, totally.)
"Do you know what that evil is? Where it might be?"
He hears the sound of a voice, the voice of someone dead, a voice he once dreaded "Still workin' on yer trinkets aren't ya Arthur?" Someone he hasn't heard from since he lived on Draco. An elderly woman, despite not looking it, a High elf woman, and his old caretaker.
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.)
(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
A small spherical drone is following him
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
He ducks into an alleyway, pulling up his hood.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I do not know yet but the feeling creeps into my bones. It is my job to drive darkness and evil back" They said, their large ears flapping.
Arthur turns around quickly, whipping out his revolver "You got a second to show yerself."
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 love, things are getting buried quickly. I responded to you awhile back tho.
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
He hears a small click as it takes a picture of him
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
(sorry I missed that. i'll go find 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
"It was- even if mine was a little off-key." She chuckles a bit, noticing his hand move to his coat pocket for a moment but not commenting on it. "We really are perfect for each other, aren't we?"
She looks over at the ground where that abominable force is contained, falling to her knees with exhaustion, having spent all her spell slots and most of her stamina. "How... how long will it last?" She asks, still catching her breath from running here.
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)
"A noble goal to have. You are... well, I don't know you too well, so I won't call you a hero just yet." He says with a sharp smile.
He feels a tap on his shoulder, and the voice of his old caretaker again "You couldn't hit me with that thing if you wanted to, and you don't want to."
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.)
*Today is a pretty active day*
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he nods "what brought you here?"
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