*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Anasta looks over and tilts her head. "Now what is this all about?"
A massive plant-like creature, little more than a tangle of vines protected by detailed bark-like material, enters. Flowers and mushrooms sprout from its head, and small beetles crawl across its leafy shoulders. The creature has no obvious facial features, but as warmth and sunshine radiates from an amber object lodged in its heart, you can tell it’s smiling.
”After all this time, back here . . . your faces are unfamiliar, but I feel as if I’ve been here many times before. Could any of you fine people direct me to the nearest source of Orange Juice?”
*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Spidey lands near them and tries to help them up. "You alright?"
They shake slightly, and from the feel of their arm, haven't eaten in a while, "I-I'm sorry"
*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Anasta looks over and tilts her head. "Now what is this all about?"
The short figure, likely a kid, curls up on the ground, coughing into their arm as the group leaves then behind, more focused on getting someplace safe
"And now they have a plant that suddenly exploded, displacing hundreds of people." She says, almost sounding suspicious
"Helping by stealing."
Theren nods. "I understand the concern."
His masks eyes narrow. "I'm trying to help you!"
"Atleasy when I take people out their home I pay for a hotel," she sighs
"By stealing. Repeatedly."
He nods. "Don't worry, I'm sure your dad will figure it out."
He sighs. "Man, you suck..." he then shoots webs at him. Make a str save.
"You say that like he has more control over Cerem than anyone else. He may control the area around my home, but cerems outside our borders." She sighs, "And even he can't invade a city without consequence."
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"hm...any way we can help?"
He becomes wrapped in the webs and hung upsidedown from a pole
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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.
*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Spidey lands near them and tries to help them up. "You alright?"
They shake slightly, and from the feel of their arm, haven't eaten in a while, "I-I'm sorry"
"hey, dont worry about it." he says, propping them up
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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.
*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Anasta looks over and tilts her head. "Now what is this all about?"
The short figure, likely a kid, curls up on the ground, coughing into their arm as the group leaves then behind, more focused on getting someplace safe
A massive plant-like creature, little more than a tangle of vines protected by detailed bark-like material, enters. Flowers and mushrooms sprout from its head, and small beetles crawl across its leafy shoulders. The creature has no obvious facial features, but as warmth and sunshine radiates from an amber object lodged in its heart, you can tell it’s smiling.
”After all this time, back here . . . your faces are unfamiliar, but I feel as if I’ve been here many times before. Could any of you fine people direct me to the nearest source of Orange Juice?”
A small air vent on the wall next to Shambler swings open, revealing two glowing electric blue eyes. A deep, soft voice is heard: "We serve Orange Juice here. Well, Carl does. I grow the oranges up on the roof, though."
They sound... shy. Big and strong, but shy.
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Anasta looks over and tilts her head. "Now what is this all about?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
A massive plant-like creature, little more than a tangle of vines protected by detailed bark-like material, enters. Flowers and mushrooms sprout from its head, and small beetles crawl across its leafy shoulders. The creature has no obvious facial features, but as warmth and sunshine radiates from an amber object lodged in its heart, you can tell it’s smiling.
”After all this time, back here . . . your faces are unfamiliar, but I feel as if I’ve been here many times before. Could any of you fine people direct me to the nearest source of Orange Juice?”
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They shake slightly, and from the feel of their arm, haven't eaten in a while, "I-I'm sorry"
The short figure, likely a kid, curls up on the ground, coughing into their arm as the group leaves then behind, more focused on getting someplace safe
*I got to get going you lot. See ya tomorrow. :)*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*AWWWW, sadness hour*
*bye lawrence! Stay safe and have a good day!*
*hoi*
psychopath ^-^
*SHAMBLER WOOOIOIOIIIIOOOOOOOOO*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"hm...any way we can help?"
He becomes wrapped in the webs and hung upsidedown from a pole
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"hey, dont worry about it." he says, propping them up
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*YESSSSS I’d been waiting on introing him because I wanted to do him justice yk*
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*Well I think ya did more than justice :)
I've got an idea for someone who might make for an interesting interaction for the two.*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*may I jump in?*
psychopath ^-^
A small air vent on the wall next to Shambler swings open, revealing two glowing electric blue eyes. A deep, soft voice is heard: "We serve Orange Juice here. Well, Carl does. I grow the oranges up on the roof, though."
They sound... shy. Big and strong, but shy.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Shambler, for that is indeed his name, pauses. “I do love oranges. And roofs as well. Who might you be?”
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*SHAMBLERRRRRR YEAHHHHHH, this is awesome*
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.
*hi*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Flint and Leo are relaxing in the Tavern
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*characters!!!*
Theren is dozing in a tree
Leo is fixing Festus
Spider-man is watching over the town, munchin on a bagel
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*YAYY*
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