*I made Senator Akane, who is a part of the Upper City. She was originally a soldier during the times when Ullth was invading other planets. She wants both the Upper City and the Under City to come together and be one again but she is beginning to doubt the rule of the Upper City. One of her own colleagues is taking bribes from a ruler of trade to keep the uprising down in the Under City to make sure they don't have any rights. She calls them out but is tricked on to a prison ship and sent out away from Ullth.*
(what is that from?)
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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
*I made Senator Akane, who is a part of the Upper City. She was originally a soldier during the times when Ullth was invading other planets. She wants both the Upper City and the Under City to come together and be one again but she is beginning to doubt the rule of the Upper City. One of her own colleagues is taking bribes from a ruler of trade to keep the uprising down in the Under City to make sure they don't have any rights. She calls them out but is tricked on to a prison ship and sent out away from Ullth.*
*I made Senator Akane, who is a part of the Upper City. She was originally a soldier during the times when Ullth was invading other planets. She wants both the Upper City and the Under City to come together and be one again but she is beginning to doubt the rule of the Upper City. One of her own colleagues is taking bribes from a ruler of trade to keep the uprising down in the Under City to make sure they don't have any rights. She calls them out but is tricked on to a prison ship and sent out away from Ullth.*
(what is that from?)
*From an race im making.*
(sounds like it will be interesting)
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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
*Welp I have a strong urge to make a catboy and catgirl...*
(morning)
*Hey mate! :3*
(how are you)
*Good! You, mate? :3*
(I am doing well. want to rp?)
*Sure :3*
*Who ya want?*
(who you got?)
*To much people to just randomly throw at you (Unless you want the wheel of chaos). Do ya want a specific category?*
(I'll take the wheel lol)
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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
Thorfinn is at the dock, sitting next to the 8th Fleet's mobile headquarters sky ship, peeling some scales off of a giant fish with legs, humming to himself as he does some, knowing exactly what he's doing.
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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.'
KK is at a table outside the Inn, tinkering with a radio.
The Spelljammer has stopped within collection range of its third star, which makes a feeble attempt at fighting back with flares of celestial fire the ship is entirely immune to. Helianth is still rooted into place in its medical ward, controlling the vessel with its myriad roots that have spread throughout the entire vessel.
Thorfinn is at the dock, sitting next to the 8th Fleet's mobile headquarters sky ship, peeling some scales off of a giant fish with legs, humming to himself as he does some, knowing exactly what he's doing.
Two people walk over to him, one carrying a staff, one carrying a bow. Both have feline ears on their head and a catlike tail
KK is at a table outside the Inn, tinkering with a radio.
The Spelljammer has stopped within collection range of its third star, which makes a feeble attempt at fighting back with flares of celestial fire the ship is entirely immune to. Helianth is still rooted into place in its medical ward, controlling the vessel with its myriad roots that have spread throughout the entire vessel.
Isaac sits across from her "hello"
A smaller ship pops up on the radar
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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
Thorfinn is at the dock, sitting next to the 8th Fleet's mobile headquarters sky ship, peeling some scales off of a giant fish with legs, humming to himself as he does some, knowing exactly what he's doing.
Two people walk over to him, one carrying a staff, one carrying a bow. Both have feline ears on their head and a catlike tail
He looks over to them, and does a quick double take before smiling and waving at the both of them, "Nice ta meet ya two. Are ya Monster hunters too?"
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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.'
KK is at a table outside the Inn, tinkering with a radio.
The Spelljammer has stopped within collection range of its third star, which makes a feeble attempt at fighting back with flares of celestial fire the ship is entirely immune to. Helianth is still rooted into place in its medical ward, controlling the vessel with its myriad roots that have spread throughout the entire vessel.
Isaac sits across from her "hello"
A smaller ship pops up on the radar
A pair of her eyes looks up from her work over at him, a small smile on her face. "Hey, Isaac. What's up?" She responds, still working on modifying the device.
One of the Elder Evil's flower heads sees the ship appear on the radar, and the few flowers that have grown on the vessel's exterior begin looking around for wherever the other ship may be.
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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)
KK is at a table outside the Inn, tinkering wtih a radio.
The Spelljammer has stopped within collection range of its third star, which makes a feeble attempt at fighting back with flares of celestial fire the ship is entirely immune to. Helianth is still rooted into place in its medical ward, controlling the vessel with its myriad roots that have spread throughout the entire vessel.
*Firstly, good morning, secondly, the Spelljammer fighting a star sounds absolutely rad.*
Paracelsus walks into the Inn, wearing her tight black plague doctor's outfit and mask, two bombs in each of her hands as she looks for a place to sit.
Tim is with Helianth, he doesn't want to watch the star try to fight, so he's just reading the book his father made for him on casting spells. He has sworn to Helianth that the book is okay, and doesn't have any of his father's more negative influences within.
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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.'
Thorfinn is at the dock, sitting next to the 8th Fleet's mobile headquarters sky ship, peeling some scales off of a giant fish with legs, humming to himself as he does some, knowing exactly what he's doing.
Two people walk over to him, one carrying a staff, one carrying a bow. Both have feline ears on their head and a catlike tail
He looks over to them, and does a quick double take before smiling and waving at the both of them, "Nice ta meet ya two. Are ya Monster hunters too?"
The one with the staff shakes their head no, whist the one with the bow looks to him "I am"
Thorfinn is at the dock, sitting next to the 8th Fleet's mobile headquarters sky ship, peeling some scales off of a giant fish with legs, humming to himself as he does some, knowing exactly what he's doing.
Two people walk over to him, one carrying a staff, one carrying a bow. Both have feline ears on their head and a catlike tail
He looks over to them, and does a quick double take before smiling and waving at the both of them, "Nice ta meet ya two. Are ya Monster hunters too?"
The one with the staff shakes their head no, whist the one with the bow looks to him "I am"
He jumps to his feet, holding out a hand to the both of them with a smile on his face, "What fleet? As ya can see, I'm 8th."
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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.'
KK is at a table outside the Inn, tinkering with a radio.
The Spelljammer has stopped within collection range of its third star, which makes a feeble attempt at fighting back with flares of celestial fire the ship is entirely immune to. Helianth is still rooted into place in its medical ward, controlling the vessel with its myriad roots that have spread throughout the entire vessel.
Isaac sits across from her "hello"
A smaller ship pops up on the radar
A pair of her eyes looks up from her work over at him, a small smile on her face. "Hey, Isaac. What's up?" She responds, still working on modifying the device.
One of the Elder Evil's flower heads sees the ship appear on the radar, and the few flowers that have grown on the vessel's exterior begin looking around for wherever the other ship may be.
"not much. what are ya trying to do"
They see an absence, a moving spot of darkness that is only noticeable by the disappearance and reappearance of distant stars as it moves past
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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
KK is at a table outside the Inn, tinkering wtih a radio.
The Spelljammer has stopped within collection range of its third star, which makes a feeble attempt at fighting back with flares of celestial fire the ship is entirely immune to. Helianth is still rooted into place in its medical ward, controlling the vessel with its myriad roots that have spread throughout the entire vessel.
*Firstly, good morning, secondly, the Spelljammer fighting a star sounds absolutely rad.*
Paracelsus walks into the Inn, wearing her tight black plague doctor's outfit and mask, two bombs in each of her hands as she looks for a place to sit.
Tim is with Helianth, he doesn't want to watch the star try to fight, so he's just reading the book his father made for him on casting spells. He has sworn to Helianth that the book is okay, and doesn't have any of his father's more negative influences within.
*Oh, it's absolutely a spectacle to behold- a tiny metal mosquito gradually wearing down the strength of a flaming god until there is nothing left. How are you today, friend?*
One pair of eyes looks over at Paracelsus, and she waves as they walk past, though the seamstress of nightmares is still mostly focused on the device in front of her.
Helianth fully trusts Tim that the book doesn't contain any of his father's more negative influences, and still provides guidance whenever it is needed. The Starshredder can be heard activating, beginning to tear apart the celestial beacon piece by piece.
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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)
Thorfinn is at the dock, sitting next to the 8th Fleet's mobile headquarters sky ship, peeling some scales off of a giant fish with legs, humming to himself as he does some, knowing exactly what he's doing.
Two people walk over to him, one carrying a staff, one carrying a bow. Both have feline ears on their head and a catlike tail
He looks over to them, and does a quick double take before smiling and waving at the both of them, "Nice ta meet ya two. Are ya Monster hunters too?"
The one with the staff shakes their head no, whist the one with the bow looks to him "I am"
He jumps to his feet, holding out a hand to the both of them with a smile on his face, "What fleet? As ya can see, I'm 8th."
"7th" the one with the bow tilts their head, as the one with the staff just stares
(what is that from?)
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
*Not really*
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.
*From an race im making.*
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
*To much people to just randomly throw at you (Unless you want the wheel of chaos). Do ya want a specific category?*
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.
(sounds like it will be interesting)
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
(I'll take the wheel 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
*Welp, just going to toss someone out then.*
Thorfinn is at the dock, sitting next to the 8th Fleet's mobile headquarters sky ship, peeling some scales off of a giant fish with legs, humming to himself as he does some, knowing exactly what he's doing.
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.)
*Okie*
Millie (Wooden doll with magic (Of elvish origin) (New char)) is wandering around town
Rei is wandering around, her gauntlets flexed
Mint (Ex pirate queen tabaxi) is sitting in the river
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.
*Good morning, everyone!*
KK is at a table outside the Inn, tinkering with a radio.
The Spelljammer has stopped within collection range of its third star, which makes a feeble attempt at fighting back with flares of celestial fire the ship is entirely immune to. Helianth is still rooted into place in its medical ward, controlling the vessel with its myriad roots that have spread throughout the entire vessel.
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)
Two people walk over to him, one carrying a staff, one carrying a bow. Both have feline ears on their head and a catlike tail
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.
Isaac sits across from her "hello"
A smaller ship pops up on the radar
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 looks over to them, and does a quick double take before smiling and waving at the both of them, "Nice ta meet ya two. Are ya Monster hunters too?"
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.)
A pair of her eyes looks up from her work over at him, a small smile on her face. "Hey, Isaac. What's up?" She responds, still working on modifying the device.
One of the Elder Evil's flower heads sees the ship appear on the radar, and the few flowers that have grown on the vessel's exterior begin looking around for wherever the other ship may be.
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)
*Firstly, good morning, secondly, the Spelljammer fighting a star sounds absolutely rad.*
Paracelsus walks into the Inn, wearing her tight black plague doctor's outfit and mask, two bombs in each of her hands as she looks for a place to sit.
Tim is with Helianth, he doesn't want to watch the star try to fight, so he's just reading the book his father made for him on casting spells. He has sworn to Helianth that the book is okay, and doesn't have any of his father's more negative influences within.
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 one with the staff shakes their head no, whist the one with the bow looks to him "I am"
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.
He jumps to his feet, holding out a hand to the both of them with a smile on his face, "What fleet? As ya can see, I'm 8th."
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.)
"not much. what are ya trying to do"
They see an absence, a moving spot of darkness that is only noticeable by the disappearance and reappearance of distant stars as it moves past
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
*Oh, it's absolutely a spectacle to behold- a tiny metal mosquito gradually wearing down the strength of a flaming god until there is nothing left. How are you today, friend?*
One pair of eyes looks over at Paracelsus, and she waves as they walk past, though the seamstress of nightmares is still mostly focused on the device in front of her.
Helianth fully trusts Tim that the book doesn't contain any of his father's more negative influences, and still provides guidance whenever it is needed. The Starshredder can be heard activating, beginning to tear apart the celestial beacon piece by piece.
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)
"7th" the one with the bow tilts their head, as the one with the staff just stares
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.
He smiles even brighter, pulling his hands back after they don't shake them, "Ah, hear the 7th were talented hunters."
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.)