The Architect is at the Beach again, attempting once again to capture the haunting beauty of the Nocturne in a painting, trying not to think about what happened the other day with her old friend.
Omori is walking through the forest, truly at home here, knowing all the ways to her favorite spots like the back of her hand.
Helianth stands amidst the corpses of several angelic beings and vegetation burning with white-hot flames. One of the celestials is still barely alive, their lights that gleam like stars flickering and fading before its gaze. The Elder Evil notices this and finishes them off with a brutal strike to the skull.
She comes across a camp where a man clad in armor and a cat clad in armor are cooking breakfast. *intro in spoiler*
Riding through the woods slowly on a Seikret is a man clad in armor. His helmet has scales with back facing spines on it. He has a chestplate made out of hard steel with a reddishbrown fur cloak around it. His greaves, gauntlets, and waist have a scale texture as well. On his right arm is a small crossbow looking mechanism. He has a shield attached to his left arm and a sword on the small of his back. Sitting behind him is a small cat like creature, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. The Hunter looks around at his surroundings, breathing in the air with a smile hidden by his helmet.
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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.
Felix smiles. "That's a big compliment, man. Thanks for that." He conjures a plate and a cup. "What would you like? I'll summon it from the Divine Pantry. Normally we'd cook it together, but we're just chillaxxing right now."
"I wish I knew how to cook, unfortunately I lack such a talent myself. I don't know what I would like, possibly some spicy Udon, if you are willing to provide such a gift." He says, taking out his Roan and beginning to play.
Felix nods. "I can teach you sometime. Now, have some food." He summons up some Udon and a glass of cream soda. "You're a good musician. I'm a good singer myself, but I can only play the hand drum."
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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.
The Architect is at the Beach again, attempting once again to capture the haunting beauty of the Nocturne in a painting, trying not to think about what happened the other day with her old friend.
*Good morning, dear friend of mine.*
After her old friend had left, Henry had left as well, going somewhere harmless to unleash his anger, and now he is back with his wife, watching the waves lap against the Beach. He has his head in his hands, just sitting there.
*How doth thee fare today?*
After a minute, she pauses her work on her painting, walking over and sitting beside him, watching the waves as well. She doesn't say anything- she doesn't want to push him to talk about what they both know is bothering them.
*I fare well, I've got a new character I think I like, and you?*
He reaches out a hand to hold theirs, looking back up from his hands, taking a deep breath, "I know this is hard for you, KK, but I am going to remain as supportive as I can be. I just want you to know, my patience has a limit, dear."
*I am faring well as well. Not sure how long Corvi will be sticking around in Lord's Rest, one way or another.*
"I know. Mine does too." She responds, still looking out at the sea. She takes a breath, despite not needing to. "I can't wait and stay the same forever- not for her, not for anyone. And I'm not sorry about 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)
Felix smiles. "That's a big compliment, man. Thanks for that." He conjures a plate and a cup. "What would you like? I'll summon it from the Divine Pantry. Normally we'd cook it together, but we're just chillaxxing right now."
"I wish I knew how to cook, unfortunately I lack such a talent myself. I don't know what I would like, possibly some spicy Udon, if you are willing to provide such a gift." He says, taking out his Roan and beginning to play.
Felix nods. "I can teach you sometime. Now, have some food." He summons up some Udon and a glass of cream soda. "You're a good musician. I'm a good singer myself, but I can only play the hand drum."
"A singer? Then sing my friend, I want to hear the highs of your voice, if you wouldn't mind." His Udon and cream soda begins floating around him, beginning to eat using magic as he plays for them "And I would be honored once again if you taught me."
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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.'
The Architect is at the Beach again, attempting once again to capture the haunting beauty of the Nocturne in a painting, trying not to think about what happened the other day with her old friend.
Omori is walking through the forest, truly at home here, knowing all the ways to her favorite spots like the back of her hand.
Helianth stands amidst the corpses of several angelic beings and vegetation burning with white-hot flames. One of the celestials is still barely alive, their lights that gleam like stars flickering and fading before its gaze. The Elder Evil notices this and finishes them off with a brutal strike to the skull.
Felix walks through a portal with fishing gear and stops, dropping his tackle box. He stares at the Architect in wonder and awe, utterly dumbfounded by her beauty. After a couple seconds, the gears turn in his head as he tilts it. "KK?"
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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.
*I am faring well as well. Not sure how long Corvi will be sticking around in Lord's Rest, one way or another.*
"I know. Mine does too." She responds, still looking out at the sea. She takes a breath, despite not needing to. "I can't wait and stay the same forever- not for her, not for anyone. And I'm not sorry about that."
*Good to hear you're doing good, and depending on how they treat KK, if it's poorly, not long.*
"I'm happy you understand that, I'm happy you've grown from who you used to be... I'm just disappointed they expected you to stay the same after however long." He does the same, blinking without eyes, his smile gone "I will try not to hurt them, but I don't want them to hurt you."
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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.'
Omori is walking through the forest, truly at home here, knowing all the ways to her favorite spots like the back of her hand.
She comes across a camp where a man clad in armor and a cat clad in armor are cooking breakfast. *intro in spoiler*
Riding through the woods slowly on a Seikret is a man clad in armor. His helmet has scales with back facing spines on it. He has a chestplate made out of hard steel with a reddishbrown fur cloak around it. His greaves, gauntlets, and waist have a scale texture as well. On his right arm is a small crossbow looking mechanism. He has a shield attached to his left arm and a sword on the small of his back. Sitting behind him is a small cat like creature, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. The Hunter looks around at his surroundings, breathing in the air with a smile hidden by his helmet.
She curiously approaches, but doesn't get too close, sticking to the shadows with only her eyes visible.
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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 wouldn’t mind if it’s not too much trouble for you*
“Whoa. I was on my honeymoon. But I’d love to hear about what I missed!”
*Heres the intro so you know about the char.
The way of a wanderer is an arduous journey, made by those with no true home, searching for something far from being found, and so, they look. Stepping across the world, in search of answers to questions unknown. A wanderer makes their way to Lord's Point, though not by the usual town entrance.
The waves of the beach crash against the shore in a consistent melody of the ocean, and out of those beautiful and unrelenting waves seems to walk out someone. Dressed in a Kamono of soft sky blues and detailed with tanned trims, making an image across his back, a symbol of a sun setting over a turbulent ocean, somehow completely dry despite the water all around them. Their face is hidden by straw formed Kasa, though their bluish skin and seaweed green hair tells that they are a Sea Elf. Two blades rest on their belt of equal length, others resting on his other side, though those two seem to be his main ones, the top of the hilts and sheaths glowing with translucent light, flickering with power hidden from knowing. He's tall, not especially so, but tall nonetheless, and the same of his fitness, built as most other Elves are, more made of dexterity and elegance rather than overwhelming power. He sits down on a rock, taking out an instrument, A Ruan, also completely dry as he faces the ocean, beginning to pluck the strings in eerily beautiful tones, matching each crash of water against the rocks with his fingers.
*
"Okay, get yerself a seat. Did ya know I had a daughter all this time?" She asks, ordering them both a drink.
Yod is standing on the shore, doing vision exercises.
“Yes, I did. I’ve met her, but only in passing.”
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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.
Omori is walking through the forest, truly at home here, knowing all the ways to her favorite spots like the back of her hand.
She comes across a camp where a man clad in armor and a cat clad in armor are cooking breakfast. *intro in spoiler*
Riding through the woods slowly on a Seikret is a man clad in armor. His helmet has scales with back facing spines on it. He has a chestplate made out of hard steel with a reddishbrown fur cloak around it. His greaves, gauntlets, and waist have a scale texture as well. On his right arm is a small crossbow looking mechanism. He has a shield attached to his left arm and a sword on the small of his back. Sitting behind him is a small cat like creature, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. The Hunter looks around at his surroundings, breathing in the air with a smile hidden by his helmet.
She curiously approaches, but doesn't get too close, sticking to the shadows with only her eyes visible.
The food smells great, the man clad in armor is smiling and chatting with the cat
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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.
The Architect is at the Beach again, attempting once again to capture the haunting beauty of the Nocturne in a painting, trying not to think about what happened the other day with her old friend.
Felix walks through a portal with fishing gear and stops, dropping his tackle box. He stares at the Architect in wonder and awe, utterly dumbfounded by her beauty. After a couple seconds, the gears turn in his head as he tilts it. "KK?"
The Nightmare Lord turns to face him at the sound of his voice, her mask looking back at him. "Hi, Felix. It's been a while, hasn't it?" She responds, her mask suddenly shifting to its smiling expression.
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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)
"Nice to meet you, Theren, who lives in Lord's Point."
She eventually falls back asleep, needing the rest.
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.)
*Hello, Baal! I'd love to rp with you when you return, if I'm here. See you around, friend!*
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)
(hi Yvonne)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
"Oh, this is like a vacation. I live in Icewind Dale with my wife and kids."
He lets her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Felix nods. "I can teach you sometime. Now, have some food." He summons up some Udon and a glass of cream soda. "You're a good musician. I'm a good singer myself, but I can only play the hand drum."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Then why not go back home? Somewhere you know, somewhere you live?"
*Good end?*
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 am faring well as well. Not sure how long Corvi will be sticking around in Lord's Rest, one way or another.*
"I know. Mine does too." She responds, still looking out at the sea. She takes a breath, despite not needing to. "I can't wait and stay the same forever- not for her, not for anyone. And I'm not sorry about 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)
"A singer? Then sing my friend, I want to hear the highs of your voice, if you wouldn't mind." His Udon and cream soda begins floating around him, beginning to eat using magic as he plays for them "And I would be honored once again if you taught me."
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 sighs. "Got people here too man."
*Yuppers*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Felix walks through a portal with fishing gear and stops, dropping his tackle box. He stares at the Architect in wonder and awe, utterly dumbfounded by her beauty. After a couple seconds, the gears turn in his head as he tilts it. "KK?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Good to hear you're doing good, and depending on how they treat KK, if it's poorly, not long.*
"I'm happy you understand that, I'm happy you've grown from who you used to be... I'm just disappointed they expected you to stay the same after however long." He does the same, blinking without eyes, his smile gone "I will try not to hurt them, but I don't want them to hurt 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.)
She curiously approaches, but doesn't get too close, sticking to the shadows with only her eyes visible.
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)
"If they are truly here for you, they can wait for when things are safe. No need to bare this burden alone."
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.)
Yod is standing on the shore, doing vision exercises.
“Yes, I did. I’ve met her, but only in passing.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They hear the Roan playing, the beautiful sound joining the waves.
"She's a good one, more like me than I coulda asked fer." She sighs, putting down her brush.
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 food smells great, the man clad in armor is smiling and chatting with the cat
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Nightmare Lord turns to face him at the sound of his voice, her mask looking back at him. "Hi, Felix. It's been a while, hasn't it?" She responds, her mask suddenly shifting to its smiling expression.
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)
"Done it before, ill do it again."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That is an assumption." He says in a doubting tone, "I doubt you would've beaten that bounty hunter so easily without assistance."
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.)