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.
"Again?" She grumbles under her breath at the news- this is the fourth time now that he's attempted to go back to hunting. She thanks them for the news, quickly finishing watering the flowers before she picks up her gear and bolts towards the woods to find Thorfinn.
He can see a person walking towards the portal, pausing for a second as she takes a breath. "Okay. I can do this." She mutters to herself, barely audible through the portal. "Hang tight, Kiko. I'm on my way." She then steps through the gateway. She has short black hair with a streak of purple in it, silvery wire-frame glasses with fully circular lenses, a cloak adorned in vaguely-familiar symbols over her regular clothes, and lots of equipment on belts and straps and bandoliers- equipment Henry recognizes is meant for hunting the supernatural. Corvi looks around at the new forest she's found herself in, a determined expression on her face.
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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)
*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?*
*Let's go with... Eluser! Most of New Mehriketh's construction would be repaired ruins unearthed from the mountains, with the Gladestone Peaks holding their capital city.*
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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)
*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?*
*Let's go with... Eluser! Most of New Mehriketh's construction would be repaired ruins unearthed from the mountains, with the Gladestone Peaks holding their capital city.*
*alright i shall get to work on adding new mehriketh to the world*
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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
"Again?" She grumbles under her breath at the news- this is the fourth time now that he's attempted to go back to hunting. She thanks them for the news, quickly finishing watering the flowers before she picks up her gear and bolts towards the woods to find Thorfinn.
He can see a person walking towards the portal, pausing for a second as she takes a breath. "Okay. I can do this." She mutters to herself, barely audible through the portal. "Hang tight, Kiko. I'm on my way." She then steps through the gateway. She has short black hair with a streak of purple in it, silvery wire-frame glasses with fully circular lenses, a cloak adorned in vaguely-familiar symbols over her regular clothes, and lots of equipment on belts and straps and bandoliers- equipment Henry recognizes is meant for hunting the supernatural. Corvi looks around at the new forest she's found herself in, a determined expression on her face.
The Palico bows before heading back to the fleet ship. A tired and overworking Thorfinn is attempting to track down a Blue Rathian that has wandered into the region, his greying sickness hasn't fully faded, and he's getting worse at covering up his tracks, or maybe Mavis is getting better at tracking him.
He decides to continue following them, visible as a black puddle of bubbling icor, though he's entirely silent, and nearly invisible, finally understanding his powers and watching them with less curiosity, more need.
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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.
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].
*Ah bro, Mavis is actually also a member of the 8th.*
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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].
*Ah bro, Mavis is actually also a member of the 8th.*
*-slow creak- Ah...awesome sauce*
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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.
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].
"Hi there." She says to them, not immediately turning to face them as she tends to her garden. Once the flowerbed is weeded, she sits up to face them, still kneeling on the soil.
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].
"Hi there." She says to them, not immediately turning to face them as she tends to her garden. Once the flowerbed is weeded, she sits up to face them, still kneeling on the soil.
"hello!" he says, smiling a little bit. "Are you planting lavender?"
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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.
Leo covers his mouth as he chokes up on some tears
She scoots over to them on her stool, hugging them and beginning to cry.
He hugs her back, rubbing her back. "Shh shhh..."
She rubs their own back, "I love it, I love you, I... I just love."
"I love you too."
She puts her hands on their lap, "I... I'm going to give you something special, unless you have something you specifically want."
He cups her face. "No need for that dear."
"I'm not doing it because I need to, dear." She kisses their cheek, "Can you help me take down my braids?"
*Wanna do a hunter on hunter interaction?*
He sighs. "Sure dear." he says, undoing her braids carefully
*If you want to, do you mind introing.*
She gets off of her stool, helping them with the braids, happy for such a good husband.
*Sure!!!*
Leo eventually gets them undone.
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.
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He hugs her back, rubbing her back. "Shh shhh..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Again?" She grumbles under her breath at the news- this is the fourth time now that he's attempted to go back to hunting. She thanks them for the news, quickly finishing watering the flowers before she picks up her gear and bolts towards the woods to find Thorfinn.
He can see a person walking towards the portal, pausing for a second as she takes a breath. "Okay. I can do this." She mutters to herself, barely audible through the portal. "Hang tight, Kiko. I'm on my way." She then steps through the gateway. She has short black hair with a streak of purple in it, silvery wire-frame glasses with fully circular lenses, a cloak adorned in vaguely-familiar symbols over her regular clothes, and lots of equipment on belts and straps and bandoliers- equipment Henry recognizes is meant for hunting the supernatural. Corvi looks around at the new forest she's found herself in, a determined expression on her face.
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)
(good morning 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
*Let's go with... Eluser! Most of New Mehriketh's construction would be repaired ruins unearthed from the mountains, with the Gladestone Peaks holding their capital city.*
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)
*alright i shall get to work on adding new mehriketh to the world*
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
The Palico bows before heading back to the fleet ship. A tired and overworking Thorfinn is attempting to track down a Blue Rathian that has wandered into the region, his greying sickness hasn't fully faded, and he's getting worse at covering up his tracks, or maybe Mavis is getting better at tracking him.
He decides to continue following them, visible as a black puddle of bubbling icor, though he's entirely silent, and nearly invisible, finally understanding his powers and watching them with less curiosity, more need.
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 rubs their own back, "I love it, I love you, I... I just love."
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.)
*hey Drizz i sent ya a pm, do you mind lookin at it?*
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.
"I love you too."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Ah bro, Mavis is actually also a member of the 8th.*
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 puts her hands on their lap, "I... I'm going to give you something special, unless you have something you specifically want."
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.)
*-slow creak- Ah...awesome sauce*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He cups her face. "No need for that dear."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'm not doing it because I need to, dear." She kisses their cheek, "Can you help me take down my braids?"
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.)
*Wanna do a hunter on hunter interaction?*
He sighs. "Sure dear." he says, undoing her braids carefully
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hi there." She says to them, not immediately turning to face them as she tends to her garden. Once the flowerbed is weeded, she sits up to face them, still kneeling on the soil.
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)
"hello!" he says, smiling a little bit. "Are you planting lavender?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*If you want to, do you mind introing.*
She gets off of her stool, helping them with the braids, happy for such a good husband.
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.)
*Sure!!!*
Leo eventually gets them undone.
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.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.