"Thank you. Now, help me with preparations." He claps, and several spirits appear, placing down bowls of ingredients. "What do you two want to eat? I've got some fine booze, soda, and even water pairings for just about everything." He waddles over to the shrine and begins to weave the pink flames.
The bounty hunter speaks up. "Salmon and sake."
"Steak and water." Theren says, with a small bow
"Excellent." The spirits produce stands full of various ingredients needed. "Hunter, could you choose your salmon? I'm very small and can't quite see. Theren, please pick your steak. We're gonna cook these together and talk about our problems, and by the end of it you're free to kill each other if you still want to. In the meantime, a free gourmet meal and cooking lesson from an ordained shaman."
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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.
"Thank you. Now, help me with preparations." He claps, and several spirits appear, placing down bowls of ingredients. "What do you two want to eat? I've got some fine booze, soda, and even water pairings for just about everything." He waddles over to the shrine and begins to weave the pink flames.
The bounty hunter speaks up. "Salmon and sake."
"Steak and water." Theren says, with a small bow
"Excellent." The spirits produce stands full of various ingredients needed. "Hunter, could you choose your salmon? I'm very small and can't quite see. Theren, please pick your steak. We're gonna cook these together and talk about our problems, and by the end of it you're free to kill each other if you still want to. In the meantime, a free gourmet meal and cooking lesson from an ordained shaman."
They both nod, cooking their own food
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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.
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.
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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)
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.
"Well, the only one who we worship daily is Volstadt, god of fire and hospitality. He's the strongest, but there are three main strugel gods: Volstadt the Pitmaster, Gorgiro the Beast, and Abis the River Demon. Each has an important role, but Gorgiro and Abis are rarely treated well since they're more actively deadly to us. Volstadt lives in Mt. Honkachu, but that hasn't erupted for centuries and isn't slated to at any point in the known future. Gorgiro lives in the monsters that dwell on the island, which are less than happy with our treatment of nature. Abis lives in the ice and snow, and it hates us for ignoring it despite the future it built for us with its art and the magic it taught us long ago."
"The three are connected, and none of them are happy with Honkachu. I still want to show my care for them, though. I used to tend their shrines across the island, but nowadays they only send criminals to do that."
"Such is the way of the gods, we wouldn't be able to learn if not for them, but once we take their teachings it becomes more difficult to find a reason to entirely rely on them. Or that is what I've learned on my travels, I am Uzui, by the way, a pleasure to meet you." He says, smiling at them with a soft and friendly expression, moving his hat to show that smile.
"Felix, of the Ambersmoke family. A pleasure to meet you too." He does a little bow. "You seem like a warrior of some kind. Care to take a little rest with me?"
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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.
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.
"Excellent." The spirits produce stands full of various ingredients needed. "Hunter, could you choose your salmon? I'm very small and can't quite see. Theren, please pick your steak. We're gonna cook these together and talk about our problems, and by the end of it you're free to kill each other if you still want to. In the meantime, a free gourmet meal and cooking lesson from an ordained shaman."
They both nod, cooking their own food
Felix instructs them the best he can, and he seems very insightful when it comes to the subject of food. Felix prepares tea for himself. By the time they've finished, the fire within the spider shrine has gone out, causing it to morph into a small table. Felix puts the drinks on it and clears his throat. "Now, let's talk. Mr. Hunter, I assume you're hunting Mr. Dotsk because you need money for something?"
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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 was typing while walking, I'm an idiot, sorry. Someone who wouldn't hate my new char.*
Merabelle is at the Inn, painting when she sees them, waving happily.
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 watches as he plays his instrument, hoping his words hold true, supporting neither side, simply watching.
"I... don't think I can... but I promise... I will be okay..."
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.)
"Excellent." The spirits produce stands full of various ingredients needed. "Hunter, could you choose your salmon? I'm very small and can't quite see. Theren, please pick your steak. We're gonna cook these together and talk about our problems, and by the end of it you're free to kill each other if you still want to. In the meantime, a free gourmet meal and cooking lesson from an ordained shaman."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They exchange an insane amount of blows, Theren burying his swords deep into the mans chest.
"okay..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They both nod, cooking their own food
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*i’m pretty sure it does but idk*
“I don’t eat, but company’s always nice!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He watches with the smallest smirk, happy to witness rather than take part, waiting for a victory, healing the winner with the magic he has.
She pulls them into the bed with her.
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.)
*who’s your new char?*
He waves back, grinning.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Gooooooooood morning, everyone!*
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.
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, 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.
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.)
*Ah, i just checked it. You are right, my apolgies.*
"Then please, have a seat."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren cleans his swords and makes them vanish.
He hugs her tight
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I can go get the intro if you'd like.*
"Where ya been Riotan? I got another daughter an' ya missed it, I almost died!"
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.)
"Felix, of the Ambersmoke family. A pleasure to meet you too." He does a little bow. "You seem like a warrior of some kind. Care to take a little rest with me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He heals the bounty hunter, enough for them to live but not wake them, "And so we have our victory."
She hugs them back, much weaker and a lil liquidy.
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, annoyed.
"I love you..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Felix instructs them the best he can, and he seems very insightful when it comes to the subject of food. Felix prepares tea for himself. By the time they've finished, the fire within the spider shrine has gone out, causing it to morph into a small table. Felix puts the drinks on it and clears his throat. "Now, let's talk. Mr. Hunter, I assume you're hunting Mr. Dotsk because you need money for something?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh? Is something wrong? Are these bounty hunters a consistent issue for you?"
"I love you... so much more..."
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 gotta get off very soon.*
*Also, welcome Yvonne! I'll RP with you as soon as I get the computer back if you're still on.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.