A dwarf with a long brown beard and long brown hair sits up from under the sand, apparently having been buried. He shakes the sand off his shirt, and starts emptying his leather boots.
"I swear, this here be the third time this week the Cap'n left me behind..." he grumbles to himself as he readjusts his bandana.
"Ah, a new arrival!" he says happily. "Welcome to the Seaside Afterlife! This place was designed to make you comfortable. You can go and do whatever you want, but fighting will not be tolerated. My name is Thomas, but you can call me Tom. What's your name?"
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
A dwarf with a long brown beard and long brown hair sits up from under the sand, apparently having been buried. He shakes the sand off his shirt, and starts emptying his leather boots.
"I swear, this here be the third time this week the Cap'n left me behind..." he grumbles to himself as he readjusts his bandana.
"Ah, a new arrival!" he says happily. "Welcome to the Seaside Afterlife! This place was designed to make you comfortable. You can go and do whatever you want, but fighting will not be tolerated. My name is Thomas, but you can call me Tom. What's your name?"
"Wait, afterlife? 'Ow did I die? I just took a nap an' thought I got left behind!"
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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)
A dwarf with a long brown beard and long brown hair sits up from under the sand, apparently having been buried. He shakes the sand off his shirt, and starts emptying his leather boots.
"I swear, this here be the third time this week the Cap'n left me behind..." he grumbles to himself as he readjusts his bandana.
"Ah, a new arrival!" he says happily. "Welcome to the Seaside Afterlife! This place was designed to make you comfortable. You can go and do whatever you want, but fighting will not be tolerated. My name is Thomas, but you can call me Tom. What's your name?"
"Wait, afterlife? 'Ow did I die? I just took a nap an' thought I got left behind!"
"Well, I don't know. I just greet people. Did you have any untrustworthy people on your ship?"
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
A dwarf with a long brown beard and long brown hair sits up from under the sand, apparently having been buried. He shakes the sand off his shirt, and starts emptying his leather boots.
"I swear, this here be the third time this week the Cap'n left me behind..." he grumbles to himself as he readjusts his bandana.
"Ah, a new arrival!" he says happily. "Welcome to the Seaside Afterlife! This place was designed to make you comfortable. You can go and do whatever you want, but fighting will not be tolerated. My name is Thomas, but you can call me Tom. What's your name?"
"Wait, afterlife? 'Ow did I die? I just took a nap an' thought I got left behind!"
"Well, I don't know. I just greet people. Did you have any untrustworthy people on your ship?"
"Well, nah exactly. I had a few good scallywags on the ship, cap'n too, but the rest o' 'em I didn' know that well."
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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)
A swirl of shadowy wisps coalesces into a vaguely humanoid form on the beach. It starts jerking like a confused marionette.
"Too warm. Too bright. Hungry. Where?"
"Ah, a new arrival!" he says happily. "Welcome to the Seaside Afterlife! This place was designed to make you comfortable. You can go and do whatever you want, but fighting will not be tolerated. My name is Thomas, but you can call me Tom. What's your name? How did you die?"
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
A swirl of shadowy wisps coalesces into a vaguely humanoid form on the beach. It starts jerking like a confused marionette.
"Too warm. Too bright. Hungry. Where?"
"Ah, a new arrival!" he says happily. "Welcome to the Seaside Afterlife! This place was designed to make you comfortable. You can go and do whatever you want, but fighting will not be tolerated. My name is Thomas, but you can call me Tom. What's your name? How did you die?"
"Egregore. Cleric killed. Am Apostle of Dark." Its voice seems to overlap as it speaks.
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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.
A dwarf with a long brown beard and long brown hair sits up from under the sand, apparently having been buried. He shakes the sand off his shirt, and starts emptying his leather boots.
"I swear, this here be the third time this week the Cap'n left me behind..." he grumbles to himself as he readjusts his bandana.
"Ah, a new arrival!" he says happily. "Welcome to the Seaside Afterlife! This place was designed to make you comfortable. You can go and do whatever you want, but fighting will not be tolerated. My name is Thomas, but you can call me Tom. What's your name?"
"Wait, afterlife? 'Ow did I die? I just took a nap an' thought I got left behind!"
"Well, I don't know. I just greet people. Did you have any untrustworthy people on your ship?"
"Well, nah exactly. I had a few good scallywags on the ship, cap'n too, but the rest o' 'em I didn' know that well."
"I suppose I should introduce meself. The name's Pete." He holds out a hand and smiles, showing his yellowed teeth.
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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)
A swirl of shadowy wisps coalesces into a vaguely humanoid form on the beach. It starts jerking like a confused marionette.
"Too warm. Too bright. Hungry. Where?"
"Ah, a new arrival!" he says happily. "Welcome to the Seaside Afterlife! This place was designed to make you comfortable. You can go and do whatever you want, but fighting will not be tolerated. My name is Thomas, but you can call me Tom. What's your name? How did you die?"
"Egregore. Cleric killed. Am Apostle of Dark." Its voice seems to overlap as it speaks.
A dwarf with a long brown beard and long brown hair sits up from under the sand, apparently having been buried. He shakes the sand off his shirt, and starts emptying his leather boots.
"I swear, this here be the third time this week the Cap'n left me behind..." he grumbles to himself as he readjusts his bandana.
"Ah, a new arrival!" he says happily. "Welcome to the Seaside Afterlife! This place was designed to make you comfortable. You can go and do whatever you want, but fighting will not be tolerated. My name is Thomas, but you can call me Tom. What's your name?"
"Wait, afterlife? 'Ow did I die? I just took a nap an' thought I got left behind!"
"Well, I don't know. I just greet people. Did you have any untrustworthy people on your ship?"
"Well, nah exactly. I had a few good scallywags on the ship, cap'n too, but the rest o' 'em I didn' know that well."
"I suppose I should introduce meself. The name's Pete." He holds out a hand and smiles, showing his yellowed teeth.
"Hello, Pete!" he says, shaking his hand and smiling back. "My shift's up in a few hours, can you meet me at the door of the Wavy Inn then?"
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
A guy in blue and white farm overalls appears on the beach. He has scars running from the corners of his mouth, but as he stands up, they heal. His eyes are closed. 'This is it, isn't it? This is some sort of hell where I'll spend the rest of my life paying for my crimes. I didn't want the curse, and I didn't want to pass it on. I'm sorry Universe, ok. I'm sorry!' He opens his eyes and sees the beach. 'Wait, is this some kind of dream? Or maybe it's an advanced psychological torture? It looks so nice, but I can't trust it'
A guy in blue and white farm overalls appears on the beach. He has scars running from the corners of his mouth, but as he stands up, they heal. His eyes are closed. 'This is it, isn't it? This is some sort of hell where I'll spend the rest of my life paying for my crimes. I didn't want the curse, and I didn't want to pass it on. I'm sorry Universe, ok. I'm sorry!' He opens his eyes and sees the beach. 'Wait, is this some kind of dream? Or maybe it's an advanced psychological torture? It looks so nice, but I can't trust it'
"Ah, a new arrival!" he says happily. "Welcome to the Seaside Afterlife! This place was designed to make you comfortable. You can go and do whatever you want, but fighting will not be tolerated. My name is Thomas, but you can call me Tom. What's your name?"
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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"Wait, afterlife? 'Ow did I die? I just took a nap an' thought I got left behind!"
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)
(I might join this)
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
*This does seem a little like a copy of mine... but I'll let it slide.*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Hey, just wait for a bit-I have a LOT planned for this. Kind of a campaign.*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
"Well, I don't know. I just greet people. Did you have any untrustworthy people on your ship?"
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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"Well, nah exactly. I had a few good scallywags on the ship, cap'n too, but the rest o' 'em I didn' know that well."
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)
A swirl of shadowy wisps coalesces into a vaguely humanoid form on the beach. It starts jerking like a confused marionette.
"Too warm. Too bright. Hungry. Where?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah, a new arrival!" he says happily. "Welcome to the Seaside Afterlife! This place was designed to make you comfortable. You can go and do whatever you want, but fighting will not be tolerated. My name is Thomas, but you can call me Tom. What's your name? How did you die?"
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
"Egregore. Cleric killed. Am Apostle of Dark." Its voice seems to overlap as it speaks.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I suppose I should introduce meself. The name's Pete." He holds out a hand and smiles, showing his yellowed teeth.
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)
"Okay! well, have a nice stay!"
"Hello, Pete!" he says, shaking his hand and smiling back. "My shift's up in a few hours, can you meet me at the door of the Wavy Inn then?"
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
*bump*I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
A guy in blue and white farm overalls appears on the beach. He has scars running from the corners of his mouth, but as he stands up, they heal. His eyes are closed. 'This is it, isn't it? This is some sort of hell where I'll spend the rest of my life paying for my crimes. I didn't want the curse, and I didn't want to pass it on. I'm sorry Universe, ok. I'm sorry!' He opens his eyes and sees the beach. 'Wait, is this some kind of dream? Or maybe it's an advanced psychological torture? It looks so nice, but I can't trust it'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
Cool concept, too bad it's dead *Winks and then revives the thread*
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*huh, this is a lot like the beach rp, but executed better*
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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