Mavis is back to tending to her small garden of lavender outside the Inn, faintly humming to herself as she waters and weeds the soil.
The rift outside the warehouse, the one leading to that abandoned cabin, somehow reopened.
The Spelljammer is gone again, the crooked god's avatars sent on another voyage to eat at the heavens. Helianth itself is back at the Lord's Point library, the angel of emptiness reading through a poetry book.
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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)
Mavis is back to tending to her small garden of lavender outside the Inn, faintly humming to herself as she waters and weeds the soil.
The rift outside the warehouse, the one leading to that abandoned cabin, somehow reopened.
They would have had to stop Thorfinn in the recent days, considering he's tried to go back to hunting before he's recovered from his injuries, and they see a Palico doctor approaching, here to tell that Thorfinn is out hunting again.
Henry, out of the pure curiosity he has left, goes over through the rift. He makes sure not to be seen, to observe and not be noticed.
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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.'
Mavis is back to tending to her small garden of lavender outside the Inn, faintly humming to herself as she waters and weeds the soil.
The rift outside the warehouse, the one leading to that abandoned cabin, somehow reopened.
The Spelljammer is gone again, the crooked god's avatars sent on another voyage to eat at the heavens. Helianth itself is back at the Lord's Point library, the angel of emptiness reading through a poetry book.
*Morning madam yvonne*
A small cat like creature walks up to her, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. [Think the palico from Monster Hunter].
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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.
*Hey Yvonne could i use your settlement from kingdoms and crowns in the world I'm making?*
*Absolutely, go right ahead! If you have any questions about it lore-wise, I'd be happy to answer them!*
*thanks think of it as the kingdom and crowns thread 50 to 100 years later and all the settlements are now grown kingdoms and there are 4 continents so between desin, eluser, rearon and lynul which one would you like your kingdom to be in?*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
She seems to be painting Leo from memory, not looking over to check on them, just painting.
Leo notices this and goes off his memory as well
After a while she finishes up, putting her paint brush down and waiting for them.
He finshes up a little afterwards
She looks over to them, "Can you show me yours first?"
He nods. He turns it around to show her painted in a dress with a grey background, fire wreathing her hair like a halo and her body like a spiral.
A tear begins to form in her eyes as she looks at the painting, "That's so beautiful, dear. I didn't make anything that good." She turns her own, more a painting of Leo, sitting in an expanded forge surrounded by Ana's imagining of what their kids might be like, looking like an amazing father.
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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 seems to be painting Leo from memory, not looking over to check on them, just painting.
Leo notices this and goes off his memory as well
After a while she finishes up, putting her paint brush down and waiting for them.
He finshes up a little afterwards
She looks over to them, "Can you show me yours first?"
He nods. He turns it around to show her painted in a dress with a grey background, fire wreathing her hair like a halo and her body like a spiral.
A tear begins to form in her eyes as she looks at the painting, "That's so beautiful, dear. I didn't make anything that good." She turns her own, more a painting of Leo, sitting in an expanded forge surrounded by Ana's imagining of what their kids might be like, looking like an amazing father.
Leo covers his mouth as he chokes up on some tears
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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.
"Take care kiddo."
Leo smiles as he sets up two canvasses.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He waves goodbye before heading out.
She gets seats for both of them, grabbing the paint and sitting down.
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.)
"We should paint how we see each other"
*Good place to end with Theren and Tim?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Definitely, nice job.*
She turns the canvas away from them, nodding as she begins painting slowly, taking her time.
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.)
*Thanks :] *
He does the same, glancing at her every so often
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She seems to be painting Leo from memory, not looking over to check on them, just painting.
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.)
*Goooooooooood morning, everyone!*
Mavis is back to tending to her small garden of lavender outside the Inn, faintly humming to herself as she waters and weeds the soil.
The rift outside the warehouse, the one leading to that abandoned cabin, somehow reopened.
The Spelljammer is gone again, the crooked god's avatars sent on another voyage to eat at the heavens. Helianth itself is back at the Lord's Point library, the angel of emptiness reading through a poetry book.
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)
Leo notices this and goes off his memory as well
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey Yvonne could i use your settlement from kingdoms and crowns in the world I'm making?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
They would have had to stop Thorfinn in the recent days, considering he's tried to go back to hunting before he's recovered from his injuries, and they see a Palico doctor approaching, here to tell that Thorfinn is out hunting again.
Henry, out of the pure curiosity he has left, goes over through the rift. He makes sure not to be seen, to observe and not be noticed.
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.)
After a while she finishes up, putting her paint brush down and waiting for 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.)
*Morning madam yvonne*
A small cat like creature walks up to her, clad in some armor with a small sword on its back. Its fur is white with a grey patch covering its eye and mouth. [Think the palico from Monster Hunter].
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He finshes up a little afterwards
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Absolutely, go right ahead! If you have any questions about it lore-wise, I'd be happy to answer them!*
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 looks over to them, "Can you show me yours first?"
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 nods. He turns it around to show her painted in a dress with a grey background, fire wreathing her hair like a halo and her body like a spiral.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*thanks think of it as the kingdom and crowns thread 50 to 100 years later and all the settlements are now grown kingdoms and there are 4 continents so between desin, eluser, rearon and lynul which one would you like your kingdom to be in?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
A tear begins to form in her eyes as she looks at the painting, "That's so beautiful, dear. I didn't make anything that good." She turns her own, more a painting of Leo, sitting in an expanded forge surrounded by Ana's imagining of what their kids might be like, looking like an amazing father.
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.)
Leo covers his mouth as he chokes up on some tears
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She scoots over to them on her stool, hugging them and beginning to cry.
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.)