She takes the small mushroom, holding it in her clawed hand. "Understood. Thank you." She responds, internally debating something.
She rushes over to Thorfinn, rummaging through her backpack of gear for anything that might help. "Oh nonononono- you're not dying here. Not on my watch."
"We don't recommend you consume it now, this is something you think over." Suddenly Paracelsus seems in control again, "Yeah, don't eat the mushroom yet."
Any good hunter that isn't immensely overconfident probably brings at least one potion with them, so in the time they search, they are likely able to find one. Thorfinn's breathing slows as his breath becomes hoarse, blood bubbling at his lips.
*Sorry about the delay*
"Okay, got it." She replies, pocketing the mushroom. "If I may ask, how did you first find out about this?"
After fumbling through her supplies for a moment, she does find a simple healing potion, and quickly rushes to give him the potion. "Here, this should help." (5 HP restored)
*Dont be sorry, it’s good.*
“The mushrooms, they told me, I started to hear them, and I listened.” She says, passing them a bit of her notes.
After a moment the greying and the bleeding partially stop, he opens his eyes, looking up at them with a sick smile, his voice weak, “Did we do it…?” He asks, a look of… well something in his eyes.
She takes the notes, looking through them while she hands Paracelsus her own notepad. "I see... feel free to look through some of my research too, If you'd like."
She seems relieved that he's... well, at least not at immediate risk of dying anymore. "Yeah, I think we did." She responds, a small smile on her face as she looks back at the corpse of the Elder Dragon.
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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)
*Cut for Salem. Yep, but I can wait for when you get back.*
He sits down next to them, not smiling, “Hello Uncle. Doing well?” He asks, picking up a rock from the ground.
He looks up from the egg, “Won’t someone have to protect the egg? And it isn’t safe outside of the cave, I would love to join you, you know I would, but it’s best someone stays.”
"Better than you it seems. What troubles your head?"
"Alas, you are right. What would I do without you?" she leaves him to go get a drink and have a rinse in the water, feeling refreshed. She flies around a bit and comes back, completely dry.
*Tell me who you desire.*
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She takes the small mushroom, holding it in her clawed hand. "Understood. Thank you." She responds, internally debating something.
She rushes over to Thorfinn, rummaging through her backpack of gear for anything that might help. "Oh nonononono- you're not dying here. Not on my watch."
"We don't recommend you consume it now, this is something you think over." Suddenly Paracelsus seems in control again, "Yeah, don't eat the mushroom yet."
Any good hunter that isn't immensely overconfident probably brings at least one potion with them, so in the time they search, they are likely able to find one. Thorfinn's breathing slows as his breath becomes hoarse, blood bubbling at his lips.
*Sorry about the delay*
"Okay, got it." She replies, pocketing the mushroom. "If I may ask, how did you first find out about this?"
After fumbling through her supplies for a moment, she does find a simple healing potion, and quickly rushes to give him the potion. "Here, this should help." (5 HP restored)
*Dont be sorry, it’s good.*
“The mushrooms, they told me, I started to hear them, and I listened.” She says, passing them a bit of her notes.
After a moment the greying and the bleeding partially stop, he opens his eyes, looking up at them with a sick smile, his voice weak, “Did we do it…?” He asks, a look of… well something in his eyes.
She takes the notes, looking through them while she hands Paracelsus her own notepad. "I see... feel free to look through some of my research too, If you'd like."
She seems relieved that he's... well, at least not at immediate risk of dying anymore. "Yeah, I think we did." She responds, a small smile on her face as she looks back at the corpse of the Elder Dragon.
She does, memorizing everything that she sees, nodding along with a smile as she reads from page to page, her own notes describing everything she said in more detail.
He pants as his lungs are able to take in air again without blood filling them, he seems to take a moment to gather his thoughts, worried, not of the Elder Dragon, but something else, “Thank you… Mavis… I couldn’t be more thankful.”
*Cut for Salem. Yep, but I can wait for when you get back.*
He sits down next to them, not smiling, “Hello Uncle. Doing well?” He asks, picking up a rock from the ground.
He looks up from the egg, “Won’t someone have to protect the egg? And it isn’t safe outside of the cave, I would love to join you, you know I would, but it’s best someone stays.”
"Better than you it seems. What troubles your head?"
"Alas, you are right. What would I do without you?" she leaves him to go get a drink and have a rinse in the water, feeling refreshed. She flies around a bit and comes back, completely dry.
*Tell me who you desire.*
*I desire… Tonya if you would.*
“Nothing, just thinking, not sure of what, but the thought itself finds its way to plaguing my mind.”
He looks at them, tilting his head, but not wanting to question what happened, taking a moment “Dear, did something happen? You look the same as you did when you left.”
“Nothing, just thinking, not sure of what, but the thought itself finds its way to plaguing my mind.”
He looks at them, tilting his head, but not wanting to question what happened, taking a moment “Dear, did something happen? You look the same as you did when you left.”
Tonya is staring at herself in the stream's reflection.
"An erratic mind is common with the recently deceased." he grumbles, seemingly disappointed.
"It's called 'i flew around to get dry', silly" she chuckles, taking the egg and climbing back onto the hoard.
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“The mushrooms, they told me, I started to hear them, and I listened.” She says, passing them a bit of her notes.
After a moment the greying and the bleeding partially stop, he opens his eyes, looking up at them with a sick smile, his voice weak, “Did we do it…?” He asks, a look of… well something in his eyes.
She takes the notes, looking through them while she hands Paracelsus her own notepad. "I see... feel free to look through some of my research too, If you'd like."
She seems relieved that he's... well, at least not at immediate risk of dying anymore. "Yeah, I think we did." She responds, a small smile on her face as she looks back at the corpse of the Elder Dragon.
She does, memorizing everything that she sees, nodding along with a smile as she reads from page to page, her own notes describing everything she said in more detail.
He pants as his lungs are able to take in air again without blood filling them, he seems to take a moment to gather his thoughts, worried, not of the Elder Dragon, but something else, “Thank you… Mavis… I couldn’t be more thankful.”
The notes are all on her studies of both the Old Blood and Dark Energy- including notes on how she in interacts with her constructs and herself. "Incredible..." She mutters while flipping through the pages, taking in every little detail she can with a mask that has far, far too many tiny green eyes.
"No thanks are necessary- I'm not going to let any of my friends die on my watch." She responds, weakly smiling a bit before she coughs up a bit of blood, having to sit down on the ground as to not fall over.
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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)
“Nothing, just thinking, not sure of what, but the thought itself finds its way to plaguing my mind.”
He looks at them, tilting his head, but not wanting to question what happened, taking a moment “Dear, did something happen? You look the same as you did when you left.”
Tonya is staring at herself in the stream's reflection.
"An erratic mind is common with the recently deceased." he grumbles, seemingly disappointed.
"It's called 'i flew around to get dry', silly" she chuckles, taking the egg and climbing back onto the hoard.
Gin walks up behind them, being very sneaky, before wrapping his arms around them, ‘looking’ down at the water from behind them.
“I suppose you’re right, what do you have on your mind, Uncle?” He asks, tossing the rock into the sky, and watching as it falls.
He joins them, happy they are back and chuckling softly with them, splaying himself out on the hoard, “Well, I can’t much do that myself, dear.”
“The mushrooms, they told me, I started to hear them, and I listened.” She says, passing them a bit of her notes.
After a moment the greying and the bleeding partially stop, he opens his eyes, looking up at them with a sick smile, his voice weak, “Did we do it…?” He asks, a look of… well something in his eyes.
She takes the notes, looking through them while she hands Paracelsus her own notepad. "I see... feel free to look through some of my research too, If you'd like."
She seems relieved that he's... well, at least not at immediate risk of dying anymore. "Yeah, I think we did." She responds, a small smile on her face as she looks back at the corpse of the Elder Dragon.
She does, memorizing everything that she sees, nodding along with a smile as she reads from page to page, her own notes describing everything she said in more detail.
He pants as his lungs are able to take in air again without blood filling them, he seems to take a moment to gather his thoughts, worried, not of the Elder Dragon, but something else, “Thank you… Mavis… I couldn’t be more thankful.”
The notes are all on her studies of both the Old Blood and Dark Energy- including notes on how she in interacts with her constructs and herself. "Incredible..." She mutters while flipping through the pages, taking in every little detail she can with a mask that has far, far too many tiny green eyes.
"No thanks are necessary- I'm not going to let any of my friends die on my watch." She responds, weakly smiling a bit before she coughs up a bit of blood, having to sit down on the ground as to not fall over.
She makes a mental note of everything, for some physical notes of her own later, before returning the notebook to them, “You have made leaps and bounds in your research, I am very happy for you.”
He winces when they call him a friend again, seemingly deciding against something, lying down and looking up at the cave ceiling, “We should probably get back to base, we need medical attention, desperately…” He wipes the blood from their lip.
“Nothing, just thinking, not sure of what, but the thought itself finds its way to plaguing my mind.”
He looks at them, tilting his head, but not wanting to question what happened, taking a moment “Dear, did something happen? You look the same as you did when you left.”
Tonya is staring at herself in the stream's reflection.
"An erratic mind is common with the recently deceased." he grumbles, seemingly disappointed.
"It's called 'i flew around to get dry', silly" she chuckles, taking the egg and climbing back onto the hoard.
Gin walks up behind them, being very sneaky, before wrapping his arms around them, ‘looking’ down at the water from behind them.
“I suppose you’re right, what do you have on your mind, Uncle?” He asks, tossing the rock into the sky, and watching as it falls.
He joins them, happy they are back and chuckling softly with them, splaying himself out on the hoard, “Well, I can’t much do that myself, dear.”
"eep!- Oh, Gin!" she punches him lightly, giggling.
"My own mortality has come into question. Direct descendants of Ragnaris, the one dragon every man and woman knows and fears, but still, we are not untouchable."
"Go get a dip and i'll lick you dry." she says, shrugging.
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“Nothing, just thinking, not sure of what, but the thought itself finds its way to plaguing my mind.”
He looks at them, tilting his head, but not wanting to question what happened, taking a moment “Dear, did something happen? You look the same as you did when you left.”
Tonya is staring at herself in the stream's reflection.
"An erratic mind is common with the recently deceased." he grumbles, seemingly disappointed.
"It's called 'i flew around to get dry', silly" she chuckles, taking the egg and climbing back onto the hoard.
Gin walks up behind them, being very sneaky, before wrapping his arms around them, ‘looking’ down at the water from behind them.
“I suppose you’re right, what do you have on your mind, Uncle?” He asks, tossing the rock into the sky, and watching as it falls.
He joins them, happy they are back and chuckling softly with them, splaying himself out on the hoard, “Well, I can’t much do that myself, dear.”
"eep!- Oh, Gin!" she punches him lightly, giggling.
"My own mortality has come into question. Direct descendants of Ragnaris, the one dragon every man and woman knows and fears, but still, we are not untouchable."
"Go get a dip and i'll lick you dry." she says, shrugging.
He kisses them, “Dear, I have to keep surprising you, any way I can, you know practically everything about me already.”
“Mortality is a funny thing, gods aren’t safe from the grasp of death, so no one is, fear doesn’t make might. Life only has value because there is never enough of it, nothing is beautiful because it lasts.”
He gets on all fours and bounds out of the cave, slowing down soon after, once he’s out of sight, needing a bath anyway.
The notes are all on her studies of both the Old Blood and Dark Energy- including notes on how she in interacts with her constructs and herself. "Incredible..." She mutters while flipping through the pages, taking in every little detail she can with a mask that has far, far too many tiny green eyes.
"No thanks are necessary- I'm not going to let any of my friends die on my watch." She responds, weakly smiling a bit before she coughs up a bit of blood, having to sit down on the ground as to not fall over.
She makes a mental note of everything, for some physical notes of her own later, before returning the notebook to them, “You have made leaps and bounds in your research, I am very happy for you.”
He winces when they call him a friend again, seemingly deciding against something, lying down and looking up at the cave ceiling, “We should probably get back to base, we need medical attention, desperately…” He wipes the blood from their lip.
"You've made quite a lot of progress as well, it seems. It's all very interesting. I'm happy for you too." She responds, grinning ear to ear behind her mask.
She doesn't seem to notice his wince- or if he does, she just chalks it up to them still being grievously injured. "Yeah, we probably should, sooner than later." She stands up again, using her Gunlance to support herself as to not fall over. "You okay to walk?"
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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)
“Nothing, just thinking, not sure of what, but the thought itself finds its way to plaguing my mind.”
He looks at them, tilting his head, but not wanting to question what happened, taking a moment “Dear, did something happen? You look the same as you did when you left.”
Tonya is staring at herself in the stream's reflection.
"An erratic mind is common with the recently deceased." he grumbles, seemingly disappointed.
"It's called 'i flew around to get dry', silly" she chuckles, taking the egg and climbing back onto the hoard.
Gin walks up behind them, being very sneaky, before wrapping his arms around them, ‘looking’ down at the water from behind them.
“I suppose you’re right, what do you have on your mind, Uncle?” He asks, tossing the rock into the sky, and watching as it falls.
He joins them, happy they are back and chuckling softly with them, splaying himself out on the hoard, “Well, I can’t much do that myself, dear.”
"eep!- Oh, Gin!" she punches him lightly, giggling.
"My own mortality has come into question. Direct descendants of Ragnaris, the one dragon every man and woman knows and fears, but still, we are not untouchable."
"Go get a dip and i'll lick you dry." she says, shrugging.
He kisses them, “Dear, I have to keep surprising you, any way I can, you know practically everything about me already.”
“Mortality is a funny thing, gods aren’t safe from the grasp of death, so no one is, fear doesn’t make might. Life only has value because there is never enough of it, nothing is beautiful because it lasts.”
He gets on all fours and bounds out of the cave, slowing down soon after, once he’s out of sight, needing a bath anyway.
she kisses back, hugging them. "Yes, I know... I am learning new things still, like the fact you can make instruments."
He laughs, deep and rumbling. He pulls a dragon scale out of nowhere and sets it down. "Life is precious, is it not? Ahem- Do you know what this is?"
She waits for him, still cooing over the egg
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The notes are all on her studies of both the Old Blood and Dark Energy- including notes on how she in interacts with her constructs and herself. "Incredible..." She mutters while flipping through the pages, taking in every little detail she can with a mask that has far, far too many tiny green eyes.
"No thanks are necessary- I'm not going to let any of my friends die on my watch." She responds, weakly smiling a bit before she coughs up a bit of blood, having to sit down on the ground as to not fall over.
She makes a mental note of everything, for some physical notes of her own later, before returning the notebook to them, “You have made leaps and bounds in your research, I am very happy for you.”
He winces when they call him a friend again, seemingly deciding against something, lying down and looking up at the cave ceiling, “We should probably get back to base, we need medical attention, desperately…” He wipes the blood from their lip.
"You've made quite a lot of progress as well, it seems. It's all very interesting. I'm happy for you too." She responds, grinning ear to ear behind her mask.
She doesn't seem to notice his wince- or if he does, she just chalks it up to them still being grievously injured. "Yeah, we probably should, sooner than later." She stands up again, using her Gunlance to support herself as to not fall over. "You okay to walk?"
She hugs them before saying, “I best be off, I’ve got a son I need to take care of now.”
He pushes himself to his feet, “Bet I can still beat you there.” He coughs up a bit of blood, grabbing his weapon and putting it on his back, “But… let’s not try to push ourselves.” He leans against her, beginning to make his way out of the cave, “We need to come back and gather the remains of this Vaal later…”
“Nothing, just thinking, not sure of what, but the thought itself finds its way to plaguing my mind.”
He looks at them, tilting his head, but not wanting to question what happened, taking a moment “Dear, did something happen? You look the same as you did when you left.”
Tonya is staring at herself in the stream's reflection.
"An erratic mind is common with the recently deceased." he grumbles, seemingly disappointed.
"It's called 'i flew around to get dry', silly" she chuckles, taking the egg and climbing back onto the hoard.
Gin walks up behind them, being very sneaky, before wrapping his arms around them, ‘looking’ down at the water from behind them.
“I suppose you’re right, what do you have on your mind, Uncle?” He asks, tossing the rock into the sky, and watching as it falls.
He joins them, happy they are back and chuckling softly with them, splaying himself out on the hoard, “Well, I can’t much do that myself, dear.”
"eep!- Oh, Gin!" she punches him lightly, giggling.
"My own mortality has come into question. Direct descendants of Ragnaris, the one dragon every man and woman knows and fears, but still, we are not untouchable."
"Go get a dip and i'll lick you dry." she says, shrugging.
He kisses them, “Dear, I have to keep surprising you, any way I can, you know practically everything about me already.”
“Mortality is a funny thing, gods aren’t safe from the grasp of death, so no one is, fear doesn’t make might. Life only has value because there is never enough of it, nothing is beautiful because it lasts.”
He gets on all fours and bounds out of the cave, slowing down soon after, once he’s out of sight, needing a bath anyway.
she kisses back, hugging them. "Yes, I know... I am learning new things still, like the fact you can make instruments."
He laughs, deep and rumbling. He pulls a dragon scale out of nowhere and sets it down. "Life is precious, is it not? Ahem- Do you know what this is?"
She waits for him, still cooing over the egg
“It too much longer to learn than I would want to admit.” He wraps his arms around their waist, smiling at them, “Speaking of which, are you enjoying yours?”
”A dragon scale, like any other, but based on your question I’d have to assume more.” He looks closely at the scale, seeing if he can tell anything about it.
After a while, a drenched, but clean Clem comes back, beginning to wring out his fur.
“Nothing, just thinking, not sure of what, but the thought itself finds its way to plaguing my mind.”
He looks at them, tilting his head, but not wanting to question what happened, taking a moment “Dear, did something happen? You look the same as you did when you left.”
Tonya is staring at herself in the stream's reflection.
"An erratic mind is common with the recently deceased." he grumbles, seemingly disappointed.
"It's called 'i flew around to get dry', silly" she chuckles, taking the egg and climbing back onto the hoard.
Gin walks up behind them, being very sneaky, before wrapping his arms around them, ‘looking’ down at the water from behind them.
“I suppose you’re right, what do you have on your mind, Uncle?” He asks, tossing the rock into the sky, and watching as it falls.
He joins them, happy they are back and chuckling softly with them, splaying himself out on the hoard, “Well, I can’t much do that myself, dear.”
"eep!- Oh, Gin!" she punches him lightly, giggling.
"My own mortality has come into question. Direct descendants of Ragnaris, the one dragon every man and woman knows and fears, but still, we are not untouchable."
"Go get a dip and i'll lick you dry." she says, shrugging.
He kisses them, “Dear, I have to keep surprising you, any way I can, you know practically everything about me already.”
“Mortality is a funny thing, gods aren’t safe from the grasp of death, so no one is, fear doesn’t make might. Life only has value because there is never enough of it, nothing is beautiful because it lasts.”
He gets on all fours and bounds out of the cave, slowing down soon after, once he’s out of sight, needing a bath anyway.
she kisses back, hugging them. "Yes, I know... I am learning new things still, like the fact you can make instruments."
He laughs, deep and rumbling. He pulls a dragon scale out of nowhere and sets it down. "Life is precious, is it not? Ahem- Do you know what this is?"
She waits for him, still cooing over the egg
“It too much longer to learn than I would want to admit.” He wraps his arms around their waist, smiling at them, “Speaking of which, are you enjoying yours?”
”A dragon scale, like any other, but based on your question I’d have to assume more.” He looks closely at the scale, seeing if he can tell anything about it.
After a while, a drenched, but clean Clem comes back, beginning to wring out his fur.
she leans into him, sighing. "I am indeed. it plays like a dream."
"This is the one scale anybody was ever able to tear off of my father. It is the one thing my mother had of him, and it is what bought me acceptance into this family."
She taps the spot beside her, waiting to lick him dry when he approaches.
He wraps his arms around their back, rubbing it, “Good, I was hoping it would. Really hoping.”
“Hmm, acceptance into this family isn’t something bought through something you had, I say you were always a part of the family.” He catches the rock once it comes down.
He comes over quickly, making sure not to get too much of the ground wet, waiting.
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She takes the notes, looking through them while she hands Paracelsus her own notepad. "I see... feel free to look through some of my research too, If you'd like."
She seems relieved that he's... well, at least not at immediate risk of dying anymore. "Yeah, I think we did." She responds, a small smile on her face as she looks back at the corpse of the Elder Dragon.
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)
"Better than you it seems. What troubles your head?"
"Alas, you are right. What would I do without you?" she leaves him to go get a drink and have a rinse in the water, feeling refreshed. She flies around a bit and comes back, completely dry.
*Tell me who you desire.*
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She does, memorizing everything that she sees, nodding along with a smile as she reads from page to page, her own notes describing everything she said in more detail.
He pants as his lungs are able to take in air again without blood filling them, he seems to take a moment to gather his thoughts, worried, not of the Elder Dragon, but something else, “Thank you… Mavis… I couldn’t be more thankful.”
*I desire… Tonya if you would.*
“Nothing, just thinking, not sure of what, but the thought itself finds its way to plaguing my mind.”
He looks at them, tilting his head, but not wanting to question what happened, taking a moment “Dear, did something happen? You look the same as you did when you left.”
Tonya is staring at herself in the stream's reflection.
"An erratic mind is common with the recently deceased." he grumbles, seemingly disappointed.
"It's called 'i flew around to get dry', silly" she chuckles, taking the egg and climbing back onto the hoard.
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The notes are all on her studies of both the Old Blood and Dark Energy- including notes on how she in interacts with her constructs and herself. "Incredible..." She mutters while flipping through the pages, taking in every little detail she can with a mask that has far, far too many tiny green eyes.
"No thanks are necessary- I'm not going to let any of my friends die on my watch." She responds, weakly smiling a bit before she coughs up a bit of blood, having to sit down on the ground as to not fall over.
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)
Gin walks up behind them, being very sneaky, before wrapping his arms around them, ‘looking’ down at the water from behind them.
“I suppose you’re right, what do you have on your mind, Uncle?” He asks, tossing the rock into the sky, and watching as it falls.
He joins them, happy they are back and chuckling softly with them, splaying himself out on the hoard, “Well, I can’t much do that myself, dear.”
She makes a mental note of everything, for some physical notes of her own later, before returning the notebook to them, “You have made leaps and bounds in your research, I am very happy for you.”
He winces when they call him a friend again, seemingly deciding against something, lying down and looking up at the cave ceiling, “We should probably get back to base, we need medical attention, desperately…” He wipes the blood from their lip.
*The parasite in me says I should play dead by daylight.*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"eep!- Oh, Gin!" she punches him lightly, giggling.
"My own mortality has come into question. Direct descendants of Ragnaris, the one dragon every man and woman knows and fears, but still, we are not untouchable."
"Go get a dip and i'll lick you dry." she says, shrugging.
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*I can download it and we can play together!*
He kisses them, “Dear, I have to keep surprising you, any way I can, you know practically everything about me already.”
“Mortality is a funny thing, gods aren’t safe from the grasp of death, so no one is, fear doesn’t make might. Life only has value because there is never enough of it, nothing is beautiful because it lasts.”
He gets on all fours and bounds out of the cave, slowing down soon after, once he’s out of sight, needing a bath anyway.
"You've made quite a lot of progress as well, it seems. It's all very interesting. I'm happy for you too." She responds, grinning ear to ear behind her mask.
She doesn't seem to notice his wince- or if he does, she just chalks it up to them still being grievously injured. "Yeah, we probably should, sooner than later." She stands up again, using her Gunlance to support herself as to not fall over. "You okay to walk?"
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'm playing it on my laptop but it allows cross-platform so I probs could.*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
she kisses back, hugging them. "Yes, I know... I am learning new things still, like the fact you can make instruments."
He laughs, deep and rumbling. He pulls a dragon scale out of nowhere and sets it down. "Life is precious, is it not? Ahem- Do you know what this is?"
She waits for him, still cooing over the egg
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
She hugs them before saying, “I best be off, I’ve got a son I need to take care of now.”
He pushes himself to his feet, “Bet I can still beat you there.” He coughs up a bit of blood, grabbing his weapon and putting it on his back, “But… let’s not try to push ourselves.” He leans against her, beginning to make his way out of the cave, “We need to come back and gather the remains of this Vaal later…”
“It too much longer to learn than I would want to admit.” He wraps his arms around their waist, smiling at them, “Speaking of which, are you enjoying yours?”
”A dragon scale, like any other, but based on your question I’d have to assume more.” He looks closely at the scale, seeing if he can tell anything about it.
After a while, a drenched, but clean Clem comes back, beginning to wring out his fur.
*I would probably suck though, so I likely won’t be playing with you, unfortunately.*
she leans into him, sighing. "I am indeed. it plays like a dream."
"This is the one scale anybody was ever able to tear off of my father. It is the one thing my mother had of him, and it is what bought me acceptance into this family."
She taps the spot beside her, waiting to lick him dry when he approaches.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
*Cut for Salem.*
He wraps his arms around their back, rubbing it, “Good, I was hoping it would. Really hoping.”
“Hmm, acceptance into this family isn’t something bought through something you had, I say you were always a part of the family.” He catches the rock once it comes down.
He comes over quickly, making sure not to get too much of the ground wet, waiting.