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.
It doesn't acknowledge her for a moment, then lowers its newspaper. "How are you?"
It glides over to it across the roof with a similar disregard for gravity, its inky face splitting open into a wide grin. "Like a whisper passing through dust in an empty, lightless room. Which is to say... eh, could be better. You?"
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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)
Damian lies dead in his garden, face down next to several boxes holding all of his vegetables and seeds within. He hasn't been dead for too long.
Merabelle is sitting crosslegged in the forest, meditating and channeling her druidic capabilities to combat the threat plaguing the forest. She is in her starry form, most of her connected to the air and ground.
*Jobah?*
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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.'
Suddenly, he feels a strength almost like his own. They twist his hand, bringing his arm behind his back and pinning it.
He moves back, eyes nearly glowing bronze in rage. "What do you want."
He pushes back against their strength, but they already have him in a disadvantaged position, so he can't get out, even with his full strength.
She looks at them softly "I want ta talk ta ya, I want ta apologize to all o' ya. Is that okay?"
They smile "Quite sorry if I hurt you." They let go.
"No." he snorted in disbelief.
He smiles even wider than before, flexing his hand "How have I not met you before? You're- arm wrestle me." He holds out his arm to the table.
She nods slowly, putting her hands together "Okay, I'm gonna apologize anyway."
They nod and hold out their arm, grasping Rag's palm.
"I am going to send you to the heavens to bet burnt by angels." he rolls his eyes.
He begins to push against them with all of his might. Athletics:50
"It is what I deserve, but Arthur, you really were a good part of that little choir." She smiles at them softly before bowing her head, something she has never done "I'm sorry, for every little thing I've done."
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"I am going to burn you.." He hisses, his entire body turning radiant suddenly.
"Stupid corpo bot." he grumbles, shooting it a few more times
Attack: 25 Damage: 20
Attack: 11 Damage: 21
it teleports behind him when he tries to shoot it
*How does a 25 not hit?*
(because I am blind. sorry about that)
the drone falls to the ground as the bullet goes clean through it
*Ah all good*
He scoops up the drone, nabbing the memory card and spitting on the drone. "Corpo trash." he grumbles, pulling his hood back up and walking away
the memory card feels very warm
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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
It looks up at her, then holds out its claw. "I've been looking for you."
"Lot of people looking for me, you're nothing special." She shrugs.
He sighs. "Damn. And I got you such a nice gift too."
He taps his staff, which seems to be the Wand of Orcus, against the ground, causing another inky pool to appear. Her ex-boyfriend's corpse bubbles up from the depths.
It looks up at her, then holds out its claw. "I've been looking for you."
"Lot of people looking for me, you're nothing special." She shrugs.
He sighs. "Damn. And I got you such a nice gift too."
He taps his staff, which seems to be the Wand of Orcus, against the ground, causing another inky pool to appear. Her ex-boyfriend's corpse bubbles up from the depths.
She whips around, her form bubbling and turning into a black spidery-like creature, a horrible mash of human parts and hairy spidery forms. She bares sharp teeth "You got five seconds to explain yourself."
As they approach, they encounter the... entity. It stands in front of them, the Wand of Orcus in its hand. It casually watches them, the hellish building in the background. "Hello."
“…wha…” Thirteen is slightly staggered by the sight of such an infamous relic.
It waves the wand lightly, and the skeletons fall apart. "How are you?"
Damian lies dead in his garden, face down next to several boxes holding all of his vegetables and seeds within. He hasn't been dead for too long.
Merabelle is sitting crosslegged in the forest, meditating and channeling her druidic capabilities to combat the threat plaguing the forest. She is in her starry form, most of her connected to the air and ground.
*Jobah?*
*sorry*
Mauric walks up beside him and rolls him over. “I thought this was supposed to stop happening?”
She can most likely feel that the winds are greatly amiss and being externally altered.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
It doesn't acknowledge her for a moment, then lowers its newspaper. "How are you?"
It glides over to it across the roof with a similar disregard for gravity, its inky face splitting open into a wide grin. "Like a whisper passing through dust in an empty, lightless room. Which is to say... eh, could be better. You?"
"Not great. My mother isn't interested in talking to me anymore, so I think I'll have to kill her husband." The monster picks up a croissant layered with tender, thinly sliced flesh and fat instead of butter.
As they approach, they encounter the... entity. It stands in front of them, the Wand of Orcus in its hand. It casually watches them, the hellish building in the background. "Hello."
“…wha…” Thirteen is slightly staggered by the sight of such an infamous relic.
It waves the wand lightly, and the skeletons fall apart. "How are you?"
“…I am well. A bit confused.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*when it gets extremely active I like to put easter eggs in the thread saying random and dumb stuff :)*
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It glides over to it across the roof with a similar disregard for gravity, its inky face splitting open into a wide grin. "Like a whisper passing through dust in an empty, lightless room. Which is to say... eh, could be better. You?"
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)
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.)
He can feel an intense presence of good beside him as a Loxodon in golden armor walks directly up to the issue.
Home and Clover are looking for her, the two confused about where she went.
She can hear a voice in her ear whispering for her to wake up.
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
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"I am going to burn you.." He hisses, his entire body turning radiant suddenly.
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
*ya yeet*
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Rag is barely able to force the victory, the table shattering under their strength.
She slowly nods again, refusing to look them in the eyes "If you feel that way. I'm still sorry."
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 memory card feels very warm
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
They chuckle and smile "Look at you! that's amazing."
"Leave me alone." he snarls, his eyes narrowing.
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 sighs. "Damn. And I got you such a nice gift too."
He taps his staff, which seems to be the Wand of Orcus, against the ground, causing another inky pool to appear. Her ex-boyfriend's corpse bubbles up from the depths.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles with them "I don't usually have to try that hard. You have my respect, now more than ever."
She nods again, turning around and beginning to shuffle away.
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.)
She whips around, her form bubbling and turning into a black spidery-like creature, a horrible mash of human parts and hairy spidery forms. She bares sharp teeth "You got five seconds to explain yourself."
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
They bow again and beams "I am glad my strength is something of worth to you!"
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 returns the bow "More than anything it reassures that there are still challenges out in this world. Thank 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.)
It waves the wand lightly, and the skeletons fall apart. "How are you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*sorry*
Mauric walks up beside him and rolls him over. “I thought this was supposed to stop happening?”
She can most likely feel that the winds are greatly amiss and being externally altered.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Not great. My mother isn't interested in talking to me anymore, so I think I'll have to kill her husband." The monster picks up a croissant layered with tender, thinly sliced flesh and fat instead of butter.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He turns. “Ah, hello.”
She races up to them. “Get back to camp! Now!”
Malafasa cracks an eye, confused. “What?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“…I am well. A bit confused.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Don't be. I'm temped to just kill Damian, and when everyone expects him to wake up, he doesn't. He's just dead.*
After a minute his eyes open, his chest heating back up "Huh? Did you say something? Did something happen? Am I drunk?"
She stands up, taking the time to go check out the source of what is causing this.
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.)