*More so my back teeth, i think they accidently hit something back there because its the edge between the gums and the tooth.*
*That still sounds like it really hurts, currently my wisdom teeth are coming in, and apparently I have room for them.*
*Wanna rp?*
*Sure, who do you want?*
*Don't really got too much of a preference, Misha and maybe someone else?*
Misha is in her butcher's shop, and her twitches more frequently since Thorne has been sniffing around. She grips her rosary while cleaning the floor, sweeping the dust out the door.
Stroth is outside, tending to his blight flowers. He prunes the dead leaves from the flowers, humming to himself.
Mavis is outside the butcher shop, leaning against a lamppost, reading a book. She notices Misha open the door and looks over at her. "You okay? You're shaking." She asks.
KK walks over, grinning widely. "Hi, Stroth." She says, looking at the blight flowers.
"I always shake, hehehe.." She laughs nervously and shrugs "I'm fine, it's fine.."
Stroth looks up, smiling madly "Hello KK, how art thou?" he chuckles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*More so my back teeth, i think they accidently hit something back there because its the edge between the gums and the tooth.*
*That still sounds like it really hurts, currently my wisdom teeth are coming in, and apparently I have room for them.*
*Wanna rp?*
*Sure, who do you want?*
*Don't really got too much of a preference, Misha and maybe someone else?*
Misha is in her butcher's shop, and her twitches more frequently since Thorne has been sniffing around. She grips her rosary while cleaning the floor, sweeping the dust out the door.
Stroth is outside, tending to his blight flowers. He prunes the dead leaves from the flowers, humming to himself.
A calm feeling settles into the area, only able to be associated with Eithan, who politely knocks on the door, holding a bundle of flowers in a vase, his eyes seem strangely tired, lacking their usual liveliness.
Sparrow walks outside to come check on his husband, he's hung up his revolver, that life hopefully finally behind him. He hugs Stroth from behind, "Guess who."
She jumps at the sound of the knock and opens the door, "Eithan? Are you alright?" she asks.
Stroth grins and turns around to kiss his cheek, grinning happily "Hmmm, could be a doppelganger.." he teases.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*More so my back teeth, i think they accidently hit something back there because its the edge between the gums and the tooth.*
*That still sounds like it really hurts, currently my wisdom teeth are coming in, and apparently I have room for them.*
*Wanna rp?*
*Sure, who do you want?*
*Don't really got too much of a preference, Misha and maybe someone else?*
Misha is in her butcher's shop, and her twitches more frequently since Thorne has been sniffing around. She grips her rosary while cleaning the floor, sweeping the dust out the door.
Stroth is outside, tending to his blight flowers. He prunes the dead leaves from the flowers, humming to himself.
Mavis is outside the butcher shop, leaning against a lamppost, reading a book. She notices Misha open the door and looks over at her. "You okay? You're shaking." She asks.
KK walks over, grinning widely. "Hi, Stroth." She says, looking at the blight flowers.
"I always shake, hehehe.." She laughs nervously and shrugs "I'm fine, it's fine.."
Stroth looks up, smiling madly "Hello KK, how art thou?" he chuckles.
"Oh, okay. Just wanted to be sure." She notices the broom in her hands. "You want any help?"
"I'm doing alright. Been busy at the Fair, repairing things, corralling Mannequins, suffusing myself with trace amounts of Dark Energy. You know, the usual." She responds, chuckling a bit as well. "I actually have something I've been meaning to ask 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)
She jumps at the sound of the knock and opens the door, "Eithan? Are you alright?" she asks.
Stroth grins and turns around to kiss his cheek, grinning happily "Hmmm, could be a doppelganger.." he teases.
He smiles softly at them, "I'm perfectly fine, Madam Misha, here, I got these for you." He reassures them, handing them the flower filled vase.
He kisses theirs in return, "Ya'd know if it was a doppelganger, I'm yer husband after all." He smiles brightly back at them.
She looks at them before gently taking them. She looks up and tilts her head, "Why?"
"I know, I know. I'm tugging your leg." He said, laughing.
"I guessed by all the plants in your shop that you may like flowers." He says, covering his mouth with a hand and coughing softly for a moment.
He nods and laughs with them, pulling back a bit "What're ya workin' on?"
She places them by the window, near where she exits and enters the back of the butcher's shop "I will place them someplace I can always see them." She beams.
"My blight flower project once more, trying to harvest a sample from the nectar." he shrugged and nuzzled Sparrows neck.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*More so my back teeth, i think they accidently hit something back there because its the edge between the gums and the tooth.*
*That still sounds like it really hurts, currently my wisdom teeth are coming in, and apparently I have room for them.*
*Wanna rp?*
*Sure, who do you want?*
*Don't really got too much of a preference, Misha and maybe someone else?*
Misha is in her butcher's shop, and her twitches more frequently since Thorne has been sniffing around. She grips her rosary while cleaning the floor, sweeping the dust out the door.
Stroth is outside, tending to his blight flowers. He prunes the dead leaves from the flowers, humming to himself.
Mavis is outside the butcher shop, leaning against a lamppost, reading a book. She notices Misha open the door and looks over at her. "You okay? You're shaking." She asks.
KK walks over, grinning widely. "Hi, Stroth." She says, looking at the blight flowers.
"I always shake, hehehe.." She laughs nervously and shrugs "I'm fine, it's fine.."
Stroth looks up, smiling madly "Hello KK, how art thou?" he chuckles.
"Oh, okay. Just wanted to be sure." She notices the broom in her hands. "You want any help?"
"I'm doing alright. Been busy at the Fair, repairing things, corralling Mannequins, suffusing myself with trace amounts of Dark Energy. You know, the usual." She responds, chuckling a bit as well. "I actually have something I've been meaning to ask you."
"O-Oh no, no no no.. I wouldn't ask that of you, especially since it's supposed to be my job and I don't want to bother you." She said wringing her hands.
"Mn? And what would that be?" He asks, producing a syringe and removing nectar from the center of the flower.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She jumps at the sound of the knock and opens the door, "Eithan? Are you alright?" she asks.
Stroth grins and turns around to kiss his cheek, grinning happily "Hmmm, could be a doppelganger.." he teases.
He smiles softly at them, "I'm perfectly fine, Madam Misha, here, I got these for you." He reassures them, handing them the flower filled vase.
He kisses theirs in return, "Ya'd know if it was a doppelganger, I'm yer husband after all." He smiles brightly back at them.
She looks at them before gently taking them. She looks up and tilts her head, "Why?"
"I know, I know. I'm tugging your leg." He said, laughing.
"I guessed by all the plants in your shop that you may like flowers." He says, covering his mouth with a hand and coughing softly for a moment.
He nods and laughs with them, pulling back a bit "What're ya workin' on?"
She places them by the window, near where she exits and enters the back of the butcher's shop "I will place them someplace I can always see them." She beams.
"My blight flower project once more, trying to harvest a sample from the nectar." he shrugged and nuzzled Sparrows neck.
He walks into the shop, breathing in the smell of freshly cut meats and enjoying the environment as a whole, "Thank you, oh, and I forgot to mention last time we spoke, I wanted to ask. Why did you kill that person?" He asks, entirely casually, showing them his hands are empty just in case they are afraid.
He enjoys the nuzzling but sighs, "That sounds like yer gonna try an' kill some gods again, is that 'bout right?" He asks, looking at them, a little saddened.
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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.'
She jumps at the sound of the knock and opens the door, "Eithan? Are you alright?" she asks.
Stroth grins and turns around to kiss his cheek, grinning happily "Hmmm, could be a doppelganger.." he teases.
He smiles softly at them, "I'm perfectly fine, Madam Misha, here, I got these for you." He reassures them, handing them the flower filled vase.
He kisses theirs in return, "Ya'd know if it was a doppelganger, I'm yer husband after all." He smiles brightly back at them.
She looks at them before gently taking them. She looks up and tilts her head, "Why?"
"I know, I know. I'm tugging your leg." He said, laughing.
"I guessed by all the plants in your shop that you may like flowers." He says, covering his mouth with a hand and coughing softly for a moment.
He nods and laughs with them, pulling back a bit "What're ya workin' on?"
She places them by the window, near where she exits and enters the back of the butcher's shop "I will place them someplace I can always see them." She beams.
"My blight flower project once more, trying to harvest a sample from the nectar." he shrugged and nuzzled Sparrows neck.
He walks into the shop, breathing in the smell of freshly cut meats and enjoying the environment as a whole, "Thank you, oh, and I forgot to mention last time we spoke, I wanted to ask. Why did you kill that person?" He asks, entirely casually, showing them his hands are empty just in case they are afraid.
He enjoys the nuzzling but sighs, "That sounds like yer gonna try an' kill some gods again, is that 'bout right?" He asks, looking at them, a little saddened.
She twitches, her body moving in an odd way "O-Ohhhh dear... You saw it? Oh no, oh no..." She paces around.
"No. I am thinking about seeing if I can imbue them with my own genetic code and become immortal," He said.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She twitches, her body moving in an odd way "O-Ohhhh dear... You saw it? Oh no, oh no..." She paces around.
"No. I am thinking about seeing if I can imbue them with my own genetic code and become immortal," He said.
"Don't worry, I won't tell." He walks over to them, smiling softly "I just want to know why, that's all." He says, his voice soft.
He sighs, relieved "An immortal husband don't sound too bad." He smiles at them softly, looking at the blight flowers.
".. I can't e-eat like n-normal people. I can only e-eat humanoid flesh, blood, and bones... Everything gets heaved up." She hugs herself, swaying side to side.
"Besides, Theren's bat[GP] insane wife already has the title of 'God-Eater'. I don't want to take that from her." He shrugs and kisses the tip of Sparrow's nose.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*More so my back teeth, i think they accidently hit something back there because its the edge between the gums and the tooth.*
*That still sounds like it really hurts, currently my wisdom teeth are coming in, and apparently I have room for them.*
*Wanna rp?*
*Sure, who do you want?*
*Don't really got too much of a preference, Misha and maybe someone else?*
Misha is in her butcher's shop, and her twitches more frequently since Thorne has been sniffing around. She grips her rosary while cleaning the floor, sweeping the dust out the door.
Stroth is outside, tending to his blight flowers. He prunes the dead leaves from the flowers, humming to himself.
Mavis is outside the butcher shop, leaning against a lamppost, reading a book. She notices Misha open the door and looks over at her. "You okay? You're shaking." She asks.
KK walks over, grinning widely. "Hi, Stroth." She says, looking at the blight flowers.
"I always shake, hehehe.." She laughs nervously and shrugs "I'm fine, it's fine.."
Stroth looks up, smiling madly "Hello KK, how art thou?" he chuckles.
"Oh, okay. Just wanted to be sure." She notices the broom in her hands. "You want any help?"
"I'm doing alright. Been busy at the Fair, repairing things, corralling Mannequins, suffusing myself with trace amounts of Dark Energy. You know, the usual." She responds, chuckling a bit as well. "I actually have something I've been meaning to ask you."
"O-Oh no, no no no.. I wouldn't ask that of you, especially since it's supposed to be my job and I don't want to bother you." She said wringing her hands.
"Mn? And what would that be?" He asks, producing a syringe and removing nectar from the center of the flower.
"No, it's fine- I don't have anything better to do at the moment. I don't mind being bothered- especially... er, never mind. If you really don't want help, though, I'm fine with that too."
"Well, the wedding is on the horizon, and I was wondering if you would like to be my best man. Or maid of honor. Or we can figure out another title if you'd like that."
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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)
After a little while, she folds up and sets down the menu as well, looking at them with the biggest smile on her face. "Henry, my love for you is deeper than the bottom of the Abyss itself."
"I see... I suppose we can agree to disagree on that, then." It responds, finishing adding sunlight to the pots and setting the can down. "That's what I'm working on right now."
"My love for you could reach farther than the entire multiverse across, you are my life, my every waking moment I live for you." He says, leaning closer to them, smiling brightly, looking a little playful.
"Yeah, that sounds really cool though, multiple of you all around the place." He says, looking at the plants, still holding tight to his amulet "You're the best, Helianth."
"You're my universe- my stars, my moon, my everything." She says, leaning a bit closer and kissing him before leaning back in her chair, absolutely beaming.
"Thank you, Tim." They respond, producing Rend's Cleaver from their tangled stem. "It's more like the inverse- I'll just have multiple bodies, controlling them all at once. Every single one connected to me." It cuts its own 'wrist' with the cleaver, seemingly not feeling any amount of pain, leaving a few drops of brilliantly gleaming ichor in each pot.
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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)
*More so my back teeth, i think they accidently hit something back there because its the edge between the gums and the tooth.*
*That still sounds like it really hurts, currently my wisdom teeth are coming in, and apparently I have room for them.*
*Wanna rp?*
*Sure, who do you want?*
*Don't really got too much of a preference, Misha and maybe someone else?*
Misha is in her butcher's shop, and her twitches more frequently since Thorne has been sniffing around. She grips her rosary while cleaning the floor, sweeping the dust out the door.
Stroth is outside, tending to his blight flowers. He prunes the dead leaves from the flowers, humming to himself.
Mavis is outside the butcher shop, leaning against a lamppost, reading a book. She notices Misha open the door and looks over at her. "You okay? You're shaking." She asks.
KK walks over, grinning widely. "Hi, Stroth." She says, looking at the blight flowers.
"I always shake, hehehe.." She laughs nervously and shrugs "I'm fine, it's fine.."
Stroth looks up, smiling madly "Hello KK, how art thou?" he chuckles.
"Oh, okay. Just wanted to be sure." She notices the broom in her hands. "You want any help?"
"I'm doing alright. Been busy at the Fair, repairing things, corralling Mannequins, suffusing myself with trace amounts of Dark Energy. You know, the usual." She responds, chuckling a bit as well. "I actually have something I've been meaning to ask you."
"O-Oh no, no no no.. I wouldn't ask that of you, especially since it's supposed to be my job and I don't want to bother you." She said wringing her hands.
"Mn? And what would that be?" He asks, producing a syringe and removing nectar from the center of the flower.
"No, it's fine- I don't have anything better to do at the moment. I don't mind being bothered- especially... er, never mind. If you really don't want help, though, I'm fine with that too."
"Well, the wedding is on the horizon, and I was wondering if you would like to be my best man. Or maid of honor. Or we can figure out another title if you'd like that."
"Well.. I suppose having someone to talk to would be nice.." She half shrugs, staring at the floor for a moment before her head jerks back up "Would you like some tea?"
"The Herald of Chaos," he snorts, laughing a bit, "I would be delighted to." he hugs her happily and grins, "Can I wear a suit-dress thing?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*He was basically a master law-enforcer in the past, something called a Grand Protector, but after his retirement funds ran out and he came back, he realized that he hadn't actually made the world a better place by enforcing the law with fear and violence. So now he's going to encourage good through kindness... and fear and violence.*
*He's going to raise his banner (a symbol of Oris) over Waterdeep and no one is going to stop him. And he won't raise his voice nor a sword the entire time.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*He was basically a master law-enforcer in the past, something called a Grand Protector, but after his retirement funds ran out and he came back, he realized that he hadn't actually made the world a better place by enforcing the law with fear and violence. So now he's going to encourage good through kindness... and fear and violence.*
*He's going to raise his banner (a symbol of Oris) over Waterdeep and no one is going to stop him. And he won't raise his voice nor a sword the entire time.*
*Everyone wants to take over Waterdeep*
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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.
"No, it's fine- I don't have anything better to do at the moment. I don't mind being bothered- especially... er, never mind. If you really don't want help, though, I'm fine with that too."
"Well, the wedding is on the horizon, and I was wondering if you would like to be my best man. Or maid of honor. Or we can figure out another title if you'd like that."
"Well.. I suppose having someone to talk to would be nice.." She half shrugs, staring at the floor for a moment before her head jerks back up "Would you like some tea?"
"The Herald of Chaos," he snorts, laughing a bit, "I would be delighted to." he hugs her happily and grins, "Can I wear a suit-dress thing?"
"Sure, sounds nice." She stops leaning against the lamppost, closing her book and putting it away- Misha could see from the brief glimpse of the cover that the book was about the history of lances being used in combat.
She hugs him tightly back. "Herald of Chaos it is. And yes, of course you can." She laughs a bit herself. "Thank 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)
*He was basically a master law-enforcer in the past, something called a Grand Protector, but after his retirement funds ran out and he came back, he realized that he hadn't actually made the world a better place by enforcing the law with fear and violence. So now he's going to encourage good through kindness... and fear and violence.*
*He's going to raise his banner (a symbol of Oris) over Waterdeep and no one is going to stop him. And he won't raise his voice nor a sword the entire time.*
*Everyone wants to take over Waterdeep*
*True, but he just wants to raise his flag as a symbol. "I can do the impossible." All that matters is that people see it, not that he actually controls Waterdeep*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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*I hope you'll be on, I'll miss you if you aren't, take care of yourself buddy.*
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.)
"I always shake, hehehe.." She laughs nervously and shrugs "I'm fine, it's fine.."
Stroth looks up, smiling madly "Hello KK, how art thou?" he chuckles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She jumps at the sound of the knock and opens the door, "Eithan? Are you alright?" she asks.
Stroth grins and turns around to kiss his cheek, grinning happily "Hmmm, could be a doppelganger.." he teases.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He smiles softly at them, "I'm perfectly fine, Madam Misha, here, I got these for you." He reassures them, handing them the flower filled vase.
He kisses theirs in return, "Ya'd know if it was a doppelganger, I'm yer husband after all." He smiles brightly back at them.
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 looks at them before gently taking them. She looks up and tilts her head, "Why?"
"I know, I know. I'm tugging your leg." He said, laughing.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I guessed by all the plants in your shop that you may like flowers." He says, covering his mouth with a hand and coughing softly for a moment.
He nods and laughs with them, pulling back a bit "What're ya workin' on?"
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.)
"Oh, okay. Just wanted to be sure." She notices the broom in her hands. "You want any help?"
"I'm doing alright. Been busy at the Fair, repairing things, corralling Mannequins, suffusing myself with trace amounts of Dark Energy. You know, the usual." She responds, chuckling a bit as well. "I actually have something I've been meaning to ask 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)
She places them by the window, near where she exits and enters the back of the butcher's shop "I will place them someplace I can always see them." She beams.
"My blight flower project once more, trying to harvest a sample from the nectar." he shrugged and nuzzled Sparrows neck.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"O-Oh no, no no no.. I wouldn't ask that of you, especially since it's supposed to be my job and I don't want to bother you." She said wringing her hands.
"Mn? And what would that be?" He asks, producing a syringe and removing nectar from the center of the flower.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He walks into the shop, breathing in the smell of freshly cut meats and enjoying the environment as a whole, "Thank you, oh, and I forgot to mention last time we spoke, I wanted to ask. Why did you kill that person?" He asks, entirely casually, showing them his hands are empty just in case they are afraid.
He enjoys the nuzzling but sighs, "That sounds like yer gonna try an' kill some gods again, is that 'bout right?" He asks, looking at them, a little saddened.
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 twitches, her body moving in an odd way "O-Ohhhh dear... You saw it? Oh no, oh no..." She paces around.
"No. I am thinking about seeing if I can imbue them with my own genetic code and become immortal," He said.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Don't worry, I won't tell." He walks over to them, smiling softly "I just want to know why, that's all." He says, his voice soft.
He sighs, relieved "An immortal husband don't sound too bad." He smiles at them softly, looking at the blight flowers.
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.)
".. I can't e-eat like n-normal people. I can only e-eat humanoid flesh, blood, and bones... Everything gets heaved up." She hugs herself, swaying side to side.
"Besides, Theren's bat[GP] insane wife already has the title of 'God-Eater'. I don't want to take that from her." He shrugs and kisses the tip of Sparrow's nose.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No, it's fine- I don't have anything better to do at the moment. I don't mind being bothered- especially... er, never mind. If you really don't want help, though, I'm fine with that too."
"Well, the wedding is on the horizon, and I was wondering if you would like to be my best man. Or maid of honor. Or we can figure out another title if you'd like that."
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're my universe- my stars, my moon, my everything." She says, leaning a bit closer and kissing him before leaning back in her chair, absolutely beaming.
"Thank you, Tim." They respond, producing Rend's Cleaver from their tangled stem. "It's more like the inverse- I'll just have multiple bodies, controlling them all at once. Every single one connected to me." It cuts its own 'wrist' with the cleaver, seemingly not feeling any amount of pain, leaving a few drops of brilliantly gleaming ichor in each pot.
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)
"Well.. I suppose having someone to talk to would be nice.." She half shrugs, staring at the floor for a moment before her head jerks back up "Would you like some tea?"
"The Herald of Chaos," he snorts, laughing a bit, "I would be delighted to." he hugs her happily and grins, "Can I wear a suit-dress thing?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Baegoji is now a politician.*
*He was basically a master law-enforcer in the past, something called a Grand Protector, but after his retirement funds ran out and he came back, he realized that he hadn't actually made the world a better place by enforcing the law with fear and violence. So now he's going to encourage good through kindness... and fear and violence.*
*He's going to raise his banner (a symbol of Oris) over Waterdeep and no one is going to stop him. And he won't raise his voice nor a sword the entire time.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Everyone wants to take over Waterdeep*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Sure, sounds nice." She stops leaning against the lamppost, closing her book and putting it away- Misha could see from the brief glimpse of the cover that the book was about the history of lances being used in combat.
She hugs him tightly back. "Herald of Chaos it is. And yes, of course you can." She laughs a bit herself. "Thank 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)
*True, but he just wants to raise his flag as a symbol. "I can do the impossible." All that matters is that people see it, not that he actually controls Waterdeep*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.