Her attention is also drawn towards the eyes for a second... there's an odd shimmering to them... it's almost beautiful... But she too dismisses the idea- some part of her tells her it wouldn't end well. "Okay, I won't. I promise."
"Don't look into the eyes, they are temptin', I know, but yer gonna become a better star druid another way, okay?" She says, giving them another kiss before getting up, "I'm gonna help make lunch."
"Okay, understood. I don't need them anyway- I'm going to get better at magic, and I'm going to stay myself while I do it." She tiredly hops up from the bed- while the curse has been lifted, her exhaustion remains. "I can help too, if you want."
"Ya need ta sleep, an' I'll just bring the lunch ta yer room, no more shortcuts, yer gonna learn ta be a star druid the same way I did, the long way." She walks out, closing the door behind her and going to the kitchen.
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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.'
Theren looks down at it as black tentacles extend from his back
She finds the two knights searching for him in a nearby field.
*Indeed.*
Damian smiles at them and snaps his fingers, suddenly Theren is engulfed in flames. Dex save or take 44, half on success
She whistles, trying to get both of their attention.
DEX: 21 Theren sighs as the flames lick over his body, launching at them. The tentacles lash out at Damian. "Hey, so, who can i talk to about your brothers powers?" he asks *dex save*
They both walk over.
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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.
Theren looks down at it as black tentacles extend from his back
She finds the two knights searching for him in a nearby field.
*Indeed.*
Damian smiles at them and snaps his fingers, suddenly Theren is engulfed in flames. Dex save or take 44, half on success
She whistles, trying to get both of their attention.
DEX: 12 Theren sighs as the flames lick over his body, launching at them. The tentacles lash out at Damian. "Hey, so, who can i talk to about your brothers powers?" he asks *dex save*
They both walk over.
Dex save:27
"Probably Sanviento himself, he's usually in the library or at the house, he would be willing to talk, but don't expect him to be polite."
"Are y'all two lookin' fer a young elf? I might be able ta get y'all to him."
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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.'
Theren looks down at it as black tentacles extend from his back
She finds the two knights searching for him in a nearby field.
*Indeed.*
Damian smiles at them and snaps his fingers, suddenly Theren is engulfed in flames. Dex save or take 44, half on success
She whistles, trying to get both of their attention.
DEX: 12 Theren sighs as the flames lick over his body, launching at them. The tentacles lash out at Damian. "Hey, so, who can i talk to about your brothers powers?" he asks *dex save*
They both walk over.
Dex save:27
"Probably Sanviento himself, he's usually in the library or at the house, he would be willing to talk, but don't expect him to be polite."
"Are y'all two lookin' fer a young elf? I might be able ta get y'all to him."
The tentacles graze his arms. "Great." he says stopping the fight and healing both of them. "Mind showing me the way?"
They both nods. "Lead us please." Atres says
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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.
Her attention is also drawn towards the eyes for a second... there's an odd shimmering to them... it's almost beautiful... But she too dismisses the idea- some part of her tells her it wouldn't end well. "Okay, I won't. I promise."
"Don't look into the eyes, they are temptin', I know, but yer gonna become a better star druid another way, okay?" She says, giving them another kiss before getting up, "I'm gonna help make lunch."
"Okay, understood. I don't need them anyway- I'm going to get better at magic, and I'm going to stay myself while I do it." She tiredly hops up from the bed- while the curse has been lifted, her exhaustion remains. "I can help too, if you want."
"Ya need ta sleep, an' I'll just bring the lunch ta yer room, no more shortcuts, yer gonna learn ta be a star druid the same way I did, the long way." She walks out, closing the door behind her and going to the kitchen.
"No more shortcuts." She repeats, fully understanding that she needs to take things slowly. She goes over to her desk, looking at all the papers there. Such strange symbols... such unnerving images... it's all in her drawing style and handwriting, but she doesn't remember a single bit of it. She dumps all the eldritch gibberish into the trash can beside her desk, and then goes back to bed.
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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)
Her attention is also drawn towards the eyes for a second... there's an odd shimmering to them... it's almost beautiful... But she too dismisses the idea- some part of her tells her it wouldn't end well. "Okay, I won't. I promise."
"Don't look into the eyes, they are temptin', I know, but yer gonna become a better star druid another way, okay?" She says, giving them another kiss before getting up, "I'm gonna help make lunch."
"Okay, understood. I don't need them anyway- I'm going to get better at magic, and I'm going to stay myself while I do it." She tiredly hops up from the bed- while the curse has been lifted, her exhaustion remains. "I can help too, if you want."
"Ya need ta sleep, an' I'll just bring the lunch ta yer room, no more shortcuts, yer gonna learn ta be a star druid the same way I did, the long way." She walks out, closing the door behind her and going to the kitchen.
"No more shortcuts." She repeats, fully understanding that she needs to take things slowly. She goes over to her desk, looking at all the papers there. Such strange symbols... such unnerving images... it's all in her drawing style and handwriting, but she doesn't remember a single bit of it. She dumps all the eldritch gibberish into the trash can beside her desk, and then goes back to bed.
*Wonderful end I would say, do you want anyone else?*
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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.'
*Wonderful end I would say, do you want anyone else?*
*Sure! May I have... Natasha and another of your choice, please?*
*Of course.*
Natasha is working in the Campfire in her armor. She's poured herself a drink for later, her mechanical serrated claws tapping against the counter as she waits for customers, her red eyes glowing.
Henry is sitting in the corner of the warehouse, reading a book and thinking about life in silence.
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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.'
*Wonderful end I would say, do you want anyone else?*
*Sure! May I have... Natasha and another of your choice, please?*
*Of course.*
Natasha is working in the Campfire in her armor. She's poured herself a drink for later, her mechanical serrated claws tapping against the counter as she waits for customers, her red eyes glowing.
Henry is sitting in the corner of the warehouse, reading a book and thinking about life in silence.
Mavis walks back into the Campfire, this time wanting to actually give this place a try. She seems somewhat nervous.
KK is also reading something- an old-looking grimoire- while hanging from the ceiling on threads of shadow and sinew. She is also silent, deep in thought.
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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 walks back into the Campfire, this time wanting to actually give this place a try. She seems somewhat nervous.
KK is also reading something- an old-looking grimoire- while hanging from the ceiling on threads of shadow and sinew. She is also silent, deep in thought.
Natasha's piercing red eyes look over to them from behind her combat helmet. She gestures silently for them to sit at the bar.
He looks up to them for a moment before closing his book. He clasps his hands together, staring without words to speak, just thinking about them.
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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 walks back into the Campfire, this time wanting to actually give this place a try. She seems somewhat nervous.
KK is also reading something- an old-looking grimoire- while hanging from the ceiling on threads of shadow and sinew. She is also silent, deep in thought.
Natasha's piercing red eyes look over to them from behind her combat helmet. She gestures silently for them to sit at the bar.
He looks up to them for a moment before closing his book. He clasps his hands together, staring without words to speak, just thinking about them.
She does walk over and sit at the bar, nervously smiling as if unsure what to say, eventually deciding to start with a simple "Hi."
She notices him, a few of the eyes on her chitin plating shifting to look back at him. After a while, she closes her book as well, tucking it away in her coat pocket.
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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)
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*Flies towards jester at mach speed and drops a crate of ice cream in front of him >:) eat it quick before it melts*
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
*One of your characters yes?*
Theren looks down at it as black tentacles extend from his back
She finds the two knights searching for him in a nearby field.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ya need ta sleep, an' I'll just bring the lunch ta yer room, no more shortcuts, yer gonna learn ta be a star druid the same way I did, the long way." She walks out, closing the door behind her and going to the kitchen.
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.)
*Indeed.*
Damian smiles at them and snaps his fingers, suddenly Theren is engulfed in flames. Dex save or take 44, half on success
She whistles, trying to get both of their attention.
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.)
DEX: 21 Theren sighs as the flames lick over his body, launching at them. The tentacles lash out at Damian. "Hey, so, who can i talk to about your brothers powers?" he asks *dex save*
They both walk over.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Dex save:27
"Probably Sanviento himself, he's usually in the library or at the house, he would be willing to talk, but don't expect him to be polite."
"Are y'all two lookin' fer a young elf? I might be able ta get y'all to him."
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 tentacles graze his arms. "Great." he says stopping the fight and healing both of them. "Mind showing me the way?"
They both nods. "Lead us please." Atres says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No more shortcuts." She repeats, fully understanding that she needs to take things slowly. She goes over to her desk, looking at all the papers there. Such strange symbols... such unnerving images... it's all in her drawing style and handwriting, but she doesn't remember a single bit of it. She dumps all the eldritch gibberish into the trash can beside her desk, and then goes back to bed.
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)
"Huh, I did better than I expected, but you were holding back. Let's go." He begins walking them both to the library.
She pats both of their heads before beginning to take them back to the orphanage.
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.)
*Wonderful end I would say, do you want anyone else?*
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! May I have... Natasha and another of your choice, please?*
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)
*Of course.*
Natasha is working in the Campfire in her armor. She's poured herself a drink for later, her mechanical serrated claws tapping against the counter as she waits for customers, her red eyes glowing.
Henry is sitting in the corner of the warehouse, reading a book and thinking about life in silence.
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 doctors took my blood.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Mavis walks back into the Campfire, this time wanting to actually give this place a try. She seems somewhat nervous.
KK is also reading something- an old-looking grimoire- while hanging from the ceiling on threads of shadow and sinew. She is also silent, deep in thought.
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)
*What did they take it for? I KNEW DOCTORS WERE VAMPIRES!*
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 bloodless now.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Natasha's piercing red eyes look over to them from behind her combat helmet. She gestures silently for them to sit at the bar.
He looks up to them for a moment before closing his book. He clasps his hands together, staring without words to speak, just thinking about 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.)
*Like a skeleton! I knew it!*
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.)
(good morning wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
She does walk over and sit at the bar, nervously smiling as if unsure what to say, eventually deciding to start with a simple "Hi."
She notices him, a few of the eyes on her chitin plating shifting to look back at him. After a while, she closes her book as well, tucking it away in her coat pocket.
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)