Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
She pauses for a moment, before widening her stance slightly and going for another thrusting strike at the target. The pole strikes true, poking the dummy in its chest and causing it to sway slightly- but unlike last time, she's slightly less wobbly afterwards. "Thanks."
"There you go. Spears are tricky to master, but once you get the hang of it, there's no end to the possible fighting styles you can use." The speaker steps into her field of vision, and you can see it's a teenage boy in overalls. His eyes and his skin are the same warm brown. He holds a spear and a small shield casually. "I'm partial to hoplite style myself"
"Their versatility is part of the reason I chose to try a spear. Not sure which style I'll try, though." She smiles a bit, before repeating the motion and hitting the target in its side, maintaining her footing just the tiniest bit better than last time. "I want to have one hand able to cast spells still, but I don't know if there's a set style for that."
"Well, hoplite style only has one hand on the spear. Usually you use a shield in your off-hand, but I guess you could use it for spells too." He assumes a spartan stance, with his shield up and his spear protruding. "See, it's a defensive style."
"I see..." She attempts to replicate his stance, actually doing somewhat well at that. "Like this?"
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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)
Sam, due to the rain, is out on the beach. Having somehow pitched a meager tent, he watches the ocean while a small pit fire gives him some warmth. He wears a simple white blouse and a pair of black pants, and his jewelry is a bit more muted today than on other days. He whittles on a stick, turning it into a spear of sorts.
Simon stalks around town, keeping to the back alleys and shadows. He wears his normal get-up, all black with a sinister smiling skull-like print balaclava. He seems to refuse to look at anyone, brushing past them with little notice.
*Rp? I've decided to play CRSE after they meet* Someone in a green hood has set up a makeshift archery range just outside the woods. They fire bullseye after bullseye into a straw bale with a high-tech-looking bow. A well-built young man in leather armor is tying up a horse outside the inn. A small round bronze shield and a spear lie nearby on the ground. Alone on the grass, a girl dances gracefully—her white cardigan and skirt contrasting against her dark brown skin, deep as the night sky above. A blonde girl in a pink sundress wanders through the woods, looking around for something.
timber walks over, sticking to the shadows. he pulls out a flintlock and takes aim at the target
Sam, due to the rain, is out on the beach. Having somehow pitched a meager tent, he watches the ocean while a small pit fire gives him some warmth. He wears a simple white blouse and a pair of black pants, and his jewelry is a bit more muted today than on other days. He whittles on a stick, turning it into a spear of sorts.
Simon stalks around town, keeping to the back alleys and shadows. He wears his normal get-up, all black with a sinister smiling skull-like print balaclava. He seems to refuse to look at anyone, brushing past them with little notice.
Sam, due to the rain, is out on the beach. Having somehow pitched a meager tent, he watches the ocean while a small pit fire gives him some warmth. He wears a simple white blouse and a pair of black pants, and his jewelry is a bit more muted today than on other days. He whittles on a stick, turning it into a spear of sorts.
Simon stalks around town, keeping to the back alleys and shadows. He wears his normal get-up, all black with a sinister smiling skull-like print balaclava. He seems to refuse to look at anyone, brushing past them with little notice.
A wobbly gentleman seems to be following him
Simon notices this but hasn't addressed it yet. He continues walking, a blade sliding from his sleeve into his hand.
Omori has been spending the last couple of weeks training and honing her strength- but not her magical strength, though she's been practicing spells too. The young shadow is currently practicing with a carefully-carved and balanced wooden pole, using it like a spear as she hones her technique, continually striking that old wooden training dummy outside the Inn.
The Architect has been testing her own powers, finding new ways she can manipulate Dark Energy to create new things. She's working on a piece of pottery, crafted from pieces of numerous ceramic creations stuck together with dark matter in a technique similar to yobitsugi.
She hears a soft male voice behind her. "Spread your feet a little more."
She pauses for a moment, before widening her stance slightly and going for another thrusting strike at the target. The pole strikes true, poking the dummy in its chest and causing it to sway slightly- but unlike last time, she's slightly less wobbly afterwards. "Thanks."
"There you go. Spears are tricky to master, but once you get the hang of it, there's no end to the possible fighting styles you can use." The speaker steps into her field of vision, and you can see it's a teenage boy in overalls. His eyes and his skin are the same warm brown. He holds a spear and a small shield casually. "I'm partial to hoplite style myself"
"Their versatility is part of the reason I chose to try a spear. Not sure which style I'll try, though." She smiles a bit, before repeating the motion and hitting the target in its side, maintaining her footing just the tiniest bit better than last time. "I want to have one hand able to cast spells still, but I don't know if there's a set style for that."
"Well, hoplite style only has one hand on the spear. Usually you use a shield in your off-hand, but I guess you could use it for spells too." He assumes a spartan stance, with his shield up and his spear protruding. "See, it's a defensive style."
"I see..." She attempts to replicate his stance, actually doing somewhat well at that. "Like this?"
"You're a natural!" he grins
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*Rp? I've decided to play CRSE after they meet* Someone in a green hood has set up a makeshift archery range just outside the woods. They fire bullseye after bullseye into a straw bale with a high-tech-looking bow. A well-built young man in leather armor is tying up a horse outside the inn. A small round bronze shield and a spear lie nearby on the ground. Alone on the grass, a girl dances gracefully—her white cardigan and skirt contrasting against her dark brown skin, deep as the night sky above. A blonde girl in a pink sundress wanders through the woods, looking around for something.
timber walks over, sticking to the shadows. he pulls out a flintlock and takes aim at the target
The person nocks a blunted arrow and aims at you. "Hey."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
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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.
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
*Rp? I've decided to play CRSE after they meet* Someone in a green hood has set up a makeshift archery range just outside the woods. They fire bullseye after bullseye into a straw bale with a high-tech-looking bow. A well-built young man in leather armor is tying up a horse outside the inn. A small round bronze shield and a spear lie nearby on the ground. Alone on the grass, a girl dances gracefully—her white cardigan and skirt contrasting against her dark brown skin, deep as the night sky above. A blonde girl in a pink sundress wanders through the woods, looking around for something.
timber walks over, sticking to the shadows. he pulls out a flintlock and takes aim at the target
The person nocks a blunted arrow and aims at you. "Hey."
*Rp? I've decided to play CRSE after they meet* Someone in a green hood has set up a makeshift archery range just outside the woods. They fire bullseye after bullseye into a straw bale with a high-tech-looking bow. A well-built young man in leather armor is tying up a horse outside the inn. A small round bronze shield and a spear lie nearby on the ground. Alone on the grass, a girl dances gracefully—her white cardigan and skirt contrasting against her dark brown skin, deep as the night sky above. A blonde girl in a pink sundress wanders through the woods, looking around for something.
timber walks over, sticking to the shadows. he pulls out a flintlock and takes aim at the target
The person nocks a blunted arrow and aims at you. "Hey."
"howdy" timber doesnt flinch, and fires the gun at the target "damn, almost got it"
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
The elf continues to watch quietly from his shop window.
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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.
*ive been better in life, but im doing okay! its good to see ya!*
*Thats good man. Glad to hear it. To answer your question, lifes going okay. I graduate next week so ill be disappearing from the forms for a long long time*
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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.
"I see..." She attempts to replicate his stance, actually doing somewhat well at that. "Like this?"
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)
Sam, due to the rain, is out on the beach. Having somehow pitched a meager tent, he watches the ocean while a small pit fire gives him some warmth. He wears a simple white blouse and a pair of black pants, and his jewelry is a bit more muted today than on other days. He whittles on a stick, turning it into a spear of sorts.
Simon stalks around town, keeping to the back alleys and shadows. He wears his normal get-up, all black with a sinister smiling skull-like print balaclava. He seems to refuse to look at anyone, brushing past them with little notice.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
timber walks over, sticking to the shadows. he pulls out a flintlock and takes aim at the target
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
A wobbly gentleman seems to be following him
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Simon notices this but hasn't addressed it yet. He continues walking, a blade sliding from his sleeve into his hand.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"You're a natural!" he grins
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*-materializes-*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The person nocks a blunted arrow and aims at you. "Hey."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*I lurk. Also working on a new character*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Still here if anyone else is*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sam is entertaining people on the drizzling streets of Lords Point, using his bard skills to amuse them and tell a story. Water takes the form of a massive dragon creature that emerged from the seas and sparkling motes of light to resemble to stars it ate to gain its powers. He plays his fiddle as he does, the musical melody filling the air.
Simon is stalking a man through the streets of the town. He has yet to lose sight of them, his balaclava-clad face keeping his identity a secret as he walks. His eyes are unwavering as he stares the young woman down, gripping his knife under his sleeve. His boots are quiet as he follows her, a shadow amongst men.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
From a nearby shop a elf with a cat made of shadows stares out the window at them, curiously watching the water shift forms.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Theren! how are ya?*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Sam waved a hand as the water exploded, gently splashing those in the front. Laughter fills the air as he does, clapping ensues. He takes a bow and gives a bright smile.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"howdy" timber doesnt flinch, and fires the gun at the target "damn, almost got it"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*HOLY [1GP]!!! DUDE!!! LONG TIME NO SEE!!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ive been better in life, but im doing okay! its good to see ya!*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
The elf continues to watch quietly from his shop window.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Thats good man. Glad to hear it. To answer your question, lifes going okay. I graduate next week so ill be disappearing from the forms for a long long time*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(good morning everyone)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM