Father Guanchali is pulling the bodies of several adventurers across the ground on meat hooks and chains, singing as he does so.
The eyes on Omori's tendrils stare at the spire-shaped lump of meat in Guanchalli's wagon. Omori doesn't seem to notice.
Guanchali stops singing. "You seem interested in the flesh pile on my wagon! Would you be interested as to where I got it from?"
Omori turns to face him. "Sure. There's something about it that feels... familiar to me, and maybe knowing where it came from will help with that." Her tendrils fan out behind her, looking around.
"Well, down under the Yellow City, there grows something called The Flesh. It feeds off of fear and waste, so the Yellow City is a perfect environment for it. It needs to be trimmed every day to keep it from overtaking the city, and so they sell chunks of it at the Eternal Carnival. It is really good meat, and with the proper treatment I'm sure it could challenge even Victrillian Moth! Anyway, I buy the surplus and spread it around the country, feeding people and making sure that it doesn't;t go to waste."
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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.
Father Guanchali is pulling the bodies of several adventurers across the ground on meat hooks and chains, singing as he does so.
The eyes on Omori's tendrils stare at the spire-shaped lump of meat in Guanchalli's wagon. Omori doesn't seem to notice.
Guanchali stops singing. "You seem interested in the flesh pile on my wagon! Would you be interested as to where I got it from?"
Omori turns to face him. "Sure. There's something about it that feels... familiar to me, and maybe knowing where it came from will help with that." Her tendrils fan out behind her, looking around.
"Well, down under the Yellow City, there grows something called The Flesh. It feeds off of fear and waste, so the Yellow City is a perfect environment for it. It needs to be trimmed every day to keep it from overtaking the city, and so they sell chunks of it at the Eternal Carnival. It is really good meat, and with the proper treatment I'm sure it could challenge even Victrillian Moth! Anyway, I buy the surplus and spread it around the country, feeding people and making sure that it doesn't;t go to waste."
Omori seems intrigued, but the eyes... The eyes have a more predatory glint to them. They look at the lump once more. They're hungry. So very hungry.
"There are so many questions I have about this place... Thank you. Can you point me in the direction of the Yellow City?"
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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)
Father Guanchali is pulling the bodies of several adventurers across the ground on meat hooks and chains, singing as he does so.
The eyes on Omori's tendrils stare at the spire-shaped lump of meat in Guanchalli's wagon. Omori doesn't seem to notice.
Guanchali stops singing. "You seem interested in the flesh pile on my wagon! Would you be interested as to where I got it from?"
Omori turns to face him. "Sure. There's something about it that feels... familiar to me, and maybe knowing where it came from will help with that." Her tendrils fan out behind her, looking around.
"Well, down under the Yellow City, there grows something called The Flesh. It feeds off of fear and waste, so the Yellow City is a perfect environment for it. It needs to be trimmed every day to keep it from overtaking the city, and so they sell chunks of it at the Eternal Carnival. It is really good meat, and with the proper treatment I'm sure it could challenge even Victrillian Moth! Anyway, I buy the surplus and spread it around the country, feeding people and making sure that it doesn't;t go to waste."
Omori seems intrigued, but the eyes... The eyes have a more predatory glint to them. They look at the lump once more. They're hungry. So very hungry.
"There are so many questions I have about this place... Thank you. Can you point me in the direction of the Yellow City?"
The oversized man points. "Just go around the left side of the mountain, and you'll find it! Better yet, I can take you there! My cart is much faster than walking! Plus, we'll have everything we need for the journey with us!"
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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.
Father Guanchali is pulling the bodies of several adventurers across the ground on meat hooks and chains, singing as he does so.
The eyes on Omori's tendrils stare at the spire-shaped lump of meat in Guanchalli's wagon. Omori doesn't seem to notice.
Guanchali stops singing. "You seem interested in the flesh pile on my wagon! Would you be interested as to where I got it from?"
Omori turns to face him. "Sure. There's something about it that feels... familiar to me, and maybe knowing where it came from will help with that." Her tendrils fan out behind her, looking around.
"Well, down under the Yellow City, there grows something called The Flesh. It feeds off of fear and waste, so the Yellow City is a perfect environment for it. It needs to be trimmed every day to keep it from overtaking the city, and so they sell chunks of it at the Eternal Carnival. It is really good meat, and with the proper treatment I'm sure it could challenge even Victrillian Moth! Anyway, I buy the surplus and spread it around the country, feeding people and making sure that it doesn't;t go to waste."
Omori seems intrigued, but the eyes... The eyes have a more predatory glint to them. They look at the lump once more. They're hungry. So very hungry.
"There are so many questions I have about this place... Thank you. Can you point me in the direction of the Yellow City?"
The oversized man points. "Just go around the left side of the mountain, and you'll find it! Better yet, I can take you there! My cart is much faster than walking! Plus, we'll have everything we need for the journey with us!"
"That sounds great! Thank you so much!" Omori smiles, revealing teeth that look sharper than a normal human's. The hair seems to calm down a little, still focused on the cart and its contents. "Is there anything I should know about the trip before we go?"
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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 oversized man points. "Just go around the left side of the mountain, and you'll find it! Better yet, I can take you there! My cart is much faster than walking! Plus, we'll have everything we need for the journey with us!"
"That sounds great! Thank you so much!" Omori smiles, revealing teeth that look sharper than a normal human's. The hair seems to calm down a little, still focused on the cart and its contents. "Is there anything I should know about the trip before we go?"
"Hmm... we might encounter some roadblocks, but those are just standard procedure! Ruffians usually won't mess with a Priest of the Flesh!"
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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 oversized man points. "Just go around the left side of the mountain, and you'll find it! Better yet, I can take you there! My cart is much faster than walking! Plus, we'll have everything we need for the journey with us!"
"That sounds great! Thank you so much!" Omori smiles, revealing teeth that look sharper than a normal human's. The hair seems to calm down a little, still focused on the cart and its contents. "Is there anything I should know about the trip before we go?"
"Hmm... we might encounter some roadblocks, but those are just standard procedure! Ruffians usually won't mess with a Priest of the Flesh!"
"Sounds better than what I ran into trying to get here. Is anyone else coming with us?" Omori looks back at the tavern, and for once, the eyes close and her 'hair' falls again to look more like hair.
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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 oversized man points. "Just go around the left side of the mountain, and you'll find it! Better yet, I can take you there! My cart is much faster than walking! Plus, we'll have everything we need for the journey with us!"
"That sounds great! Thank you so much!" Omori smiles, revealing teeth that look sharper than a normal human's. The hair seems to calm down a little, still focused on the cart and its contents. "Is there anything I should know about the trip before we go?"
"Hmm... we might encounter some roadblocks, but those are just standard procedure! Ruffians usually won't mess with a Priest of the Flesh!"
"Sounds better than what I ran into trying to get here. Is anyone else coming with us?" Omori looks back at the tavern, and for once, the eyes close and her 'hair' falls again to look more like hair.
"I don't think so. Most don't willingly travel with me!" He laughs deeply.
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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 oversized man points. "Just go around the left side of the mountain, and you'll find it! Better yet, I can take you there! My cart is much faster than walking! Plus, we'll have everything we need for the journey with us!"
"That sounds great! Thank you so much!" Omori smiles, revealing teeth that look sharper than a normal human's. The hair seems to calm down a little, still focused on the cart and its contents. "Is there anything I should know about the trip before we go?"
"Hmm... we might encounter some roadblocks, but those are just standard procedure! Ruffians usually won't mess with a Priest of the Flesh!"
"Sounds better than what I ran into trying to get here. Is anyone else coming with us?" Omori looks back at the tavern, and for once, the eyes close and her 'hair' falls again to look more like hair.
"I don't think so. Most don't willingly travel with me!" He laughs deeply.
Omori laughs nervously. She is silent for a few seconds, 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)
The oversized man points. "Just go around the left side of the mountain, and you'll find it! Better yet, I can take you there! My cart is much faster than walking! Plus, we'll have everything we need for the journey with us!"
"That sounds great! Thank you so much!" Omori smiles, revealing teeth that look sharper than a normal human's. The hair seems to calm down a little, still focused on the cart and its contents. "Is there anything I should know about the trip before we go?"
"Hmm... we might encounter some roadblocks, but those are just standard procedure! Ruffians usually won't mess with a Priest of the Flesh!"
"Sounds better than what I ran into trying to get here. Is anyone else coming with us?" Omori looks back at the tavern, and for once, the eyes close and her 'hair' falls again to look more like hair.
"I don't think so. Most don't willingly travel with me!" He laughs deeply.
Omori laughs nervously. She is silent for a few seconds, deep in thought.
"Is there something wrong?"
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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 oversized man points. "Just go around the left side of the mountain, and you'll find it! Better yet, I can take you there! My cart is much faster than walking! Plus, we'll have everything we need for the journey with us!"
"That sounds great! Thank you so much!" Omori smiles, revealing teeth that look sharper than a normal human's. The hair seems to calm down a little, still focused on the cart and its contents. "Is there anything I should know about the trip before we go?"
"Hmm... we might encounter some roadblocks, but those are just standard procedure! Ruffians usually won't mess with a Priest of the Flesh!"
"Sounds better than what I ran into trying to get here. Is anyone else coming with us?" Omori looks back at the tavern, and for once, the eyes close and her 'hair' falls again to look more like hair.
"I don't think so. Most don't willingly travel with me!" He laughs deeply.
Omori laughs nervously. She is silent for a few seconds, deep in thought.
"Is there something wrong?"
"No, I'm fine, I'm just... All of this feels so new to me, but at the same time... so familiar. I don't get it." Omori frowns, pondering something.
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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)
Omori is asleep on Guanchalli's wagon. Poor thing must be exhausted from wandering for so long. Her 'hair' is watching her surroundings carefully.
Guanchali hums to himself. They've gotten through a couple of roadblocks, mostly because no one wants to mess with the giant carting around the remains of fallen heroes and villains.
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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 man wearing dark combat armor and night vision goggles is lying on the ground. A black mask and goggles cover his face. With a groan he sits up, a rifle hanging off of his shoulder. He stands shakily, reaching about 5'10". On his right hip is a small pistol and on his chest is a combat vest with magazines tucked into it. He is wearing a black backpack that looks heavy.
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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.
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"Well, down under the Yellow City, there grows something called The Flesh. It feeds off of fear and waste, so the Yellow City is a perfect environment for it. It needs to be trimmed every day to keep it from overtaking the city, and so they sell chunks of it at the Eternal Carnival. It is really good meat, and with the proper treatment I'm sure it could challenge even Victrillian Moth! Anyway, I buy the surplus and spread it around the country, feeding people and making sure that it doesn't;t go to waste."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Omori seems intrigued, but the eyes... The eyes have a more predatory glint to them. They look at the lump once more. They're hungry. So very hungry.
"There are so many questions I have about this place... Thank you. Can you point me in the direction of the Yellow City?"
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 oversized man points. "Just go around the left side of the mountain, and you'll find it! Better yet, I can take you there! My cart is much faster than walking! Plus, we'll have everything we need for the journey with us!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That sounds great! Thank you so much!" Omori smiles, revealing teeth that look sharper than a normal human's. The hair seems to calm down a little, still focused on the cart and its contents. "Is there anything I should know about the trip before we go?"
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)
"Hmm... we might encounter some roadblocks, but those are just standard procedure! Ruffians usually won't mess with a Priest of the Flesh!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Sounds better than what I ran into trying to get here. Is anyone else coming with us?" Omori looks back at the tavern, and for once, the eyes close and her 'hair' falls again to look more like hair.
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 don't think so. Most don't willingly travel with me!" He laughs deeply.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I overhear the conversation and bolt down my meat. I hurry out of the tavern and declare that I will go with you.
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Omori laughs nervously. She is silent for a few seconds, 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)
"Is there something wrong?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No, I'm fine, I'm just... All of this feels so new to me, but at the same time... so familiar. I don't get it." Omori frowns, pondering something.
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)
"When are we leaving?" Void Death asks while casting Shape Water and then shaping it into a small fountain that repeats itself.
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Omori is asleep on Guanchalli's wagon. Poor thing must be exhausted from wandering for so long. Her 'hair' is watching her surroundings carefully.
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)
Guanchali hums to himself. They've gotten through a couple of roadblocks, mostly because no one wants to mess with the giant carting around the remains of fallen heroes and villains.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hmmmm interesting. Question, can i bring in a modern day soldier into this? If not i have an idea for a different character.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Void Death looks curiously at Omori and then angles the mini fountain so that the water splashes Omori
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Vals is on break sipping on some blood wine, with red dye in it to make it more familiar to her.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*Go ahead! Just keep in mind that even the brightest scholars know very little about this plane.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sounds good*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man wearing dark combat armor and night vision goggles is lying on the ground. A black mask and goggles cover his face. With a groan he sits up, a rifle hanging off of his shoulder. He stands shakily, reaching about 5'10". On his right hip is a small pistol and on his chest is a combat vest with magazines tucked into it. He is wearing a black backpack that looks heavy.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.