He begins cutting into the beast, humming the anthem of the Monster Hunter's Guild, an energetic lad.
Othra hums the anthem, and Ethra looks to the beast
A creature built to live in swamps, strange it was around here, maybe something forced it out of it's own environment.
She blinks to it
Thorfinn notices their confusion "Oh yeah, this thing should've been in a swamp, shouldn't it? Maybe a Rathalos moved into the area, or something. Either of you hungry?"
He begins cutting into the beast, humming the anthem of the Monster Hunter's Guild, an energetic lad.
Othra hums the anthem, and Ethra looks to the beast
A creature built to live in swamps, strange it was around here, maybe something forced it out of it's own environment.
She blinks to it
Thorfinn notices their confusion "Oh yeah, this thing should've been in a swamp, shouldn't it? Maybe a Rathalos moved into the area, or something. Either of you hungry?"
Othra nods 'yes', whist Ethra nods a 'no'
He passes Othra a slab of the meat after it's cooked, using his tusks to tear into his own.
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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
"I saw something about someone using radio signals to contact... something- probably an otherworldly presence. So, I figured I'd try to reverse-engineer it and see if I can do the same thing." She explains casually, as though conversing about the weather.
It sends a telepathic signal in the direction of that darkness. "Who are you?" It calls out into the void.
"I might be of help in that regard, depending on what you want to contact"
It gets its question mirrored back at it
*Sorry I missed this*
"The thing is... I'm not entirely sure what it's meant to contact. I think I heard something about pillars and mercy, but that's all." She responds, thinking of something.
"I am a traveler, here to taste the very stars. What are you?" It responds.
"be careful then"
"Traveler" it responds, matching how Helianth said the word
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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'm... a doll of some sort?... one made by some carver" She thinks for a moment
"Good, you?"
"interesting. I don't think i've seen something like you before"
They shrug "could be better"
"Ya probably haven't; I was made bye a four-hundred year old elf who wanted to be a god of creation before they died... so they crafted me"
"Hmm"
"I guess that makes sense"
They tilt their head "what?"
"Not really" she cracks her neck, splinters flying out
"Nothin'..."
"why not?"
They fold their arms
"Not many people creating magic dolls on a path to ascend to godhood, eh?"
"Haven't met anyone who has wanted to ascend" he chuckles
(did your want to drop the second rp?)
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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
He begins cutting into the beast, humming the anthem of the Monster Hunter's Guild, an energetic lad.
Othra hums the anthem, and Ethra looks to the beast
A creature built to live in swamps, strange it was around here, maybe something forced it out of it's own environment.
She blinks to it
Thorfinn notices their confusion "Oh yeah, this thing should've been in a swamp, shouldn't it? Maybe a Rathalos moved into the area, or something. Either of you hungry?"
Othra nods 'yes', whist Ethra nods a 'no'
He passes Othra a slab of the meat after it's cooked, using his tusks to tear into his own.
Her teeth noticeably grow into larger cat teeth, as she eats it
*I didn't expect it either, but I look forward to what happens. I didn't expect Helianth to succeed much at all when I made it- they were meant to be a villain for a little while that either gave up on their goal, or died in a suitably poetic Icarus-like fashion. It becoming an Elder Evil was not on my bingo card lol.*
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Paracelsus. I'm KK." She cheerfully responds, looking towards the medical journal for a second though not prying about its contents.
After a minute, the last of the star has been filtered through the machine, stored in the secondary tank connected to it. It's done. All that's left for him to do is collect the distilled core, and claim its power.
*Helianth becoming a parental figure wasn't on my bingo card either, it is what it is.*
She notices their moment of interest, putting down the medical journal "Oh this is simply my notes on experiments and things. I'm planning to create an all cure of some kind. The pleasure is all mine though, just meeting you suggests so much left for me to discover. Your partner is lucky to be marrying you."
He walks over to one of the tanks, thinking to himself 'This is the moment, godhood here I come.' It takes all of the patient steps to make it consumable in the form it is currently in before downing some of the distilled core. For a long moment after, nothing seems to happen, until the lights around flicker, the cracks along Tim's skin that glow light lose their radiance for a moment before it grows back in full. So bright the radiance envolops his form as if he were a shining star himself, the golden light mixing with the wild magic's rainbows of color. He begins to float softly off of the ground, unable to speak as power and understanding of that power fills his being. Once the transformation is complete, something seems different, the cracks along his skin have become marks, his pulsating flesh has become normal again. He's the kid he used to be, and yet, his power has only grown expansively.
"Thank you- I feel lucky to marrying him too." She responds, her thoughts drifting towards what the ceremony might look like for a second. "You're making a cure-all of sorts? Could I see the notes you've made so far?" She asks, producing a notepad from her coat pocket. "You can look through the notes for some of my projects too, if you'd like."
Helianth looks back at Tim, seeming so proud of him. "Welcome to godhood, Tim." It says to him, trying to move from where it is rooted in place but not being able to. "How do you feel?"
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Thank you- I feel lucky to marrying him too." She responds, her thoughts drifting towards what the ceremony might look like for a second. "You're making a cure-all of sorts? Could I see the notes you've made so far?" She asks, producing a notepad from her coat pocket. "You can look through the notes for some of my projects too, if you'd like."
Helianth looks back at Tim, seeming so proud of him. "Welcome to godhood, Tim." It says to him, trying to move from where it is rooted in place but not being able to. "How do you feel?"
She passes them the journal "I haven't gotten too far, currently working on conquoring death. Which I've managed to achieve, unfortunately I have only created zombies, instead of bringing the dead back as they were before. My most recent professor has been helping, teaching me everything he knows." She says, ordering herself something to drink, smiling "Do you mind if I come to the wedding?"
He looks at himself, at his markings, the only true remaining indication of his time as a construct being his eyes, glowing with that rainbow radiance shifting within them, "I... don't know... I can feel my skin again... it's so... warm..." Tim has become a god of hope and magic.
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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.'
"Thank you- I feel lucky to marrying him too." She responds, her thoughts drifting towards what the ceremony might look like for a second. "You're making a cure-all of sorts? Could I see the notes you've made so far?" She asks, producing a notepad from her coat pocket. "You can look through the notes for some of my projects too, if you'd like."
Helianth looks back at Tim, seeming so proud of him. "Welcome to godhood, Tim." It says to him, trying to move from where it is rooted in place but not being able to. "How do you feel?"
She passes them the journal "I haven't gotten too far, currently working on conquering death. Which I've managed to achieve, unfortunately I have only created zombies, instead of bringing the dead back as they were before. My most recent professor has been helping, teaching me everything he knows." She says, ordering herself something to drink, smiling "Do you mind if I come to the wedding?"
He looks at himself, at his markings, the only true remaining indication of his time as a construct being his eyes, glowing with that rainbow radiance shifting within them, "I... don't know... I can feel my skin again... it's so... warm..." Tim has become a god of hope and magic.
"If you're trying to conquer death itself, it sounds like you're a good ways farther ahead than most would dare to go. How long have you been working on this?" She responds, taking their journal and passing them her own notes. "I don't see why you couldn't attend. It's still in the planning stages at the moment, so it might be a little while, though."
"Does this make you happy, Tim?" It asks with both genuine pride and genuine concern.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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Othra nods 'yes', whist Ethra nods a 'no'
Sig but long ^w^
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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 passes Othra a slab of the meat after it's cooked, using his tusks to tear into his own.
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 many people creating magic dolls on a path to ascend to godhood, eh?"
Sig but long ^w^
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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.
"be careful then"
"Traveler" it responds, matching how Helianth said the word
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
"Haven't met anyone who has wanted to ascend" he chuckles
(did your want to drop the second rp?)
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
Her teeth noticeably grow into larger cat teeth, as she eats it
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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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 raises an eyebrow, chuckling "Aren't you interesting, Othra." He says with a bright 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.)
She shrugs "Maybe" than turns to him "Thank you for the meal"
Sig but long ^w^
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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.
"Thank you- I feel lucky to marrying him too." She responds, her thoughts drifting towards what the ceremony might look like for a second. "You're making a cure-all of sorts? Could I see the notes you've made so far?" She asks, producing a notepad from her coat pocket. "You can look through the notes for some of my projects too, if you'd like."
Helianth looks back at Tim, seeming so proud of him. "Welcome to godhood, Tim." It says to him, trying to move from where it is rooted in place but not being able to. "How do you feel?"
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)
"Nothin' for someone like ya, its only polite when I've got food to spare." He stands up, stretching.
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 passes them the journal "I haven't gotten too far, currently working on conquoring death. Which I've managed to achieve, unfortunately I have only created zombies, instead of bringing the dead back as they were before. My most recent professor has been helping, teaching me everything he knows." She says, ordering herself something to drink, smiling "Do you mind if I come to the wedding?"
He looks at himself, at his markings, the only true remaining indication of his time as a construct being his eyes, glowing with that rainbow radiance shifting within them, "I... don't know... I can feel my skin again... it's so... warm..." Tim has become a god of hope and magic.
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.)
Othra walks around, and Ethra sits
Sig but long ^w^
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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 pops his back and shoulders, "I never asked, how are you both doin'?"
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.)
"Good" Ethra streches
Sig but long ^w^
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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.
*Weeeeeeeee i need eep.*
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
*Can you not have eep?...*
Sig but long ^w^
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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.
*That's unfortunate, wish you could eep.*
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.)
"Good ta hear. Do ya want anythin' else?"
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 shakes her head no
Sig but long ^w^
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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.
"If you're trying to conquer death itself, it sounds like you're a good ways farther ahead than most would dare to go. How long have you been working on this?" She responds, taking their journal and passing them her own notes. "I don't see why you couldn't attend. It's still in the planning stages at the moment, so it might be a little while, though."
"Does this make you happy, Tim?" It asks with both genuine pride and genuine concern.
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)