The Snow Angel is continuing to follow Phantom's trail at a leisurely pace.
They eventually run into Slayer, who is attempting to protect the newly made will in any way they can.
They approach Slayer, intrigued. "I don't believe we've been acquainted yet. Who are you?"
He is blowing smoke from a pipe, making sure not to blow at her "I am Slayer, and unfortunately we will not be acquainted on... simple terms. I cannot allow you in harm the child in any way."
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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.'
The Snow Angel is continuing to follow Phantom's trail at a leisurely pace.
They eventually run into Slayer, who is attempting to protect the newly made will in any way they can.
They approach Slayer, intrigued. "I don't believe we've been acquainted yet. Who are you?"
He is blowing smoke from a pipe, making sure not to blow at her "I am Slayer, and unfortunately we will not be acquainted on... simple terms. I cannot allow you in harm the child in any way."
"...the child? I do not believe I know who you speak of."
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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 Snow Angel is continuing to follow Phantom's trail at a leisurely pace.
They eventually run into Slayer, who is attempting to protect the newly made will in any way they can.
They approach Slayer, intrigued. "I don't believe we've been acquainted yet. Who are you?"
He is blowing smoke from a pipe, making sure not to blow at her "I am Slayer, and unfortunately we will not be acquainted on... simple terms. I cannot allow you in harm the child in any way."
"...the child? I do not believe I know who you speak of."
"I mean the..." He takes a moment to search for a word before finding a fitting one "Phantom you are following."
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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.'
The Snow Angel is continuing to follow Phantom's trail at a leisurely pace.
They eventually run into Slayer, who is attempting to protect the newly made will in any way they can.
They approach Slayer, intrigued. "I don't believe we've been acquainted yet. Who are you?"
He is blowing smoke from a pipe, making sure not to blow at her "I am Slayer, and unfortunately we will not be acquainted on... simple terms. I cannot allow you in harm the child in any way."
"...the child? I do not believe I know who you speak of."
"I mean the..." He takes a moment to search for a word before finding a fitting one "Phantom you are following."
"Ah, so they are not mortal? I wasn't aware of that." They dispel Nadir from their hand. "I take it they're a Will like us?"
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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 Snow Angel is continuing to follow Phantom's trail at a leisurely pace.
They eventually run into Slayer, who is attempting to protect the newly made will in any way they can.
They approach Slayer, intrigued. "I don't believe we've been acquainted yet. Who are you?"
He is blowing smoke from a pipe, making sure not to blow at her "I am Slayer, and unfortunately we will not be acquainted on... simple terms. I cannot allow you in harm the child in any way."
"...the child? I do not believe I know who you speak of."
"I mean the..." He takes a moment to search for a word before finding a fitting one "Phantom you are following."
"Ah, so they are not mortal? I wasn't aware of that." They dispel Nadir from their hand. "I take it they're a Will like us?"
"Formally mortal is more accurate. Once human, now a Will." He says, smoke blowing out of his nose as smiles at her.
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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.'
The Snow Angel is continuing to follow Phantom's trail at a leisurely pace.
They eventually run into Slayer, who is attempting to protect the newly made will in any way they can.
They approach Slayer, intrigued. "I don't believe we've been acquainted yet. Who are you?"
He is blowing smoke from a pipe, making sure not to blow at her "I am Slayer, and unfortunately we will not be acquainted on... simple terms. I cannot allow you in harm the child in any way."
"...the child? I do not believe I know who you speak of."
"I mean the..." He takes a moment to search for a word before finding a fitting one "Phantom you are following."
"Ah, so they are not mortal? I wasn't aware of that." They dispel Nadir from their hand. "I take it they're a Will like us?"
"Formally mortal is more accurate. Once human, now a Will." He says, smoke blowing out of his nose as smiles at her.
"Fascinating... I wasn't expecting many Wills to come out here, to this empty expanse- especially after what happened."
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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 Snow Angel is continuing to follow Phantom's trail at a leisurely pace.
They eventually run into Slayer, who is attempting to protect the newly made will in any way they can.
They approach Slayer, intrigued. "I don't believe we've been acquainted yet. Who are you?"
He is blowing smoke from a pipe, making sure not to blow at her "I am Slayer, and unfortunately we will not be acquainted on... simple terms. I cannot allow you in harm the child in any way."
"...the child? I do not believe I know who you speak of."
"I mean the..." He takes a moment to search for a word before finding a fitting one "Phantom you are following."
"Ah, so they are not mortal? I wasn't aware of that." They dispel Nadir from their hand. "I take it they're a Will like us?"
"Formally mortal is more accurate. Once human, now a Will." He says, smoke blowing out of his nose as smiles at her.
"Fascinating... I wasn't expecting many Wills to come out here, to this empty expanse- especially after what happened."
"Neither did I. I simply came here out of interest, then again, I assume anyone would be interested if they saw a snow angel." He grins and winks at her, before taking a seat in a chair made of flying bats, crossing his legs.
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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.'
The Snow Angel is continuing to follow Phantom's trail at a leisurely pace.
They eventually run into Slayer, who is attempting to protect the newly made will in any way they can.
They approach Slayer, intrigued. "I don't believe we've been acquainted yet. Who are you?"
He is blowing smoke from a pipe, making sure not to blow at her "I am Slayer, and unfortunately we will not be acquainted on... simple terms. I cannot allow you in harm the child in any way."
"...the child? I do not believe I know who you speak of."
"I mean the..." He takes a moment to search for a word before finding a fitting one "Phantom you are following."
"Ah, so they are not mortal? I wasn't aware of that." They dispel Nadir from their hand. "I take it they're a Will like us?"
"Formally mortal is more accurate. Once human, now a Will." He says, smoke blowing out of his nose as smiles at her.
"Fascinating... I wasn't expecting many Wills to come out here, to this empty expanse- especially after what happened."
"Neither did I. I simply came here out of interest, then again, I assume anyone would be interested if they saw a snow angel." He grins and winks at her, before taking a seat in a chair made of flying bats, crossing his legs.
There is a second of silence where the cold grows especially frigid. "...I suppose that makes sense. Such desolation rarely goes unnoticed for long."
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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 Snow Angel is continuing to follow Phantom's trail at a leisurely pace.
They eventually run into Slayer, who is attempting to protect the newly made will in any way they can.
They approach Slayer, intrigued. "I don't believe we've been acquainted yet. Who are you?"
He is blowing smoke from a pipe, making sure not to blow at her "I am Slayer, and unfortunately we will not be acquainted on... simple terms. I cannot allow you in harm the child in any way."
"...the child? I do not believe I know who you speak of."
"I mean the..." He takes a moment to search for a word before finding a fitting one "Phantom you are following."
"Ah, so they are not mortal? I wasn't aware of that." They dispel Nadir from their hand. "I take it they're a Will like us?"
"Formally mortal is more accurate. Once human, now a Will." He says, smoke blowing out of his nose as smiles at her.
"Fascinating... I wasn't expecting many Wills to come out here, to this empty expanse- especially after what happened."
"Neither did I. I simply came here out of interest, then again, I assume anyone would be interested if they saw a snow angel." He grins and winks at her, before taking a seat in a chair made of flying bats, crossing his legs.
There is a second of silence where the cold grows especially frigid. "...I suppose that makes sense. Such desolation rarely goes unnoticed for long."
He sips a glass of wine he didn't just have a moment ago "I had come here from the land of flames, so desolation seems to be where I rest most often." The cold doesn't bother the vampire lord.
The Snow Angel summons a throne carved of glacial ice behind them, which they sit down on. "I was actually planning to make this place into something of significance. Unfortunately, another Will cursed the land and destroyed my foundation, so I had to relocate." They point upwards, to the small glacial blue dot seen in the sky overhead.
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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 Snow Angel summons a throne carved of glacial ice behind them, which they sit down on. "I was actually planning to make this place into something of significance. Unfortunately, another Will cursed the land and destroyed my foundation, so I had to relocate." They point upwards, to the small glacial blue dot seen in the sky overhead.
He shakes his head as he pours them a glass of wine "How unfortunate indeed. I find myself always at the end of someone else's troubles, and always seem to feel the need to assist them. Though I don't think I can help much here." He place the glass in front of their throne, smoking from his pipe and drinking his wine.
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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.'
The Snow Angel summons a throne carved of glacial ice behind them, which they sit down on. "I was actually planning to make this place into something of significance. Unfortunately, another Will cursed the land and destroyed my foundation, so I had to relocate." They point upwards, to the small glacial blue dot seen in the sky overhead.
He shakes his head as he pours them a glass of wine "How unfortunate indeed. I find myself always at the end of someone else's troubles, and always seem to feel the need to assist them. Though I don't think I can help much here." He place the glass in front of their throne, smoking from his pipe and drinking his wine.
They take the glass, the wine inside freezing into a solid block and cracking the glass as soon as it meets their hand. They don't seem bothered by it, though. "I wasn't expecting anyone to help. I'm one to believe that we all need to fight our own battles and fend for ourselves, anyway."
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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 Snow Angel summons a throne carved of glacial ice behind them, which they sit down on. "I was actually planning to make this place into something of significance. Unfortunately, another Will cursed the land and destroyed my foundation, so I had to relocate." They point upwards, to the small glacial blue dot seen in the sky overhead.
He shakes his head as he pours them a glass of wine "How unfortunate indeed. I find myself always at the end of someone else's troubles, and always seem to feel the need to assist them. Though I don't think I can help much here." He place the glass in front of their throne, smoking from his pipe and drinking his wine.
They take the glass, the wine inside freezing into a solid block and cracking the glass as soon as it meets their hand. They don't seem bothered by it, though. "I wasn't expecting anyone to help. I'm one to believe that we all need to fight our own battles and fend for ourselves, anyway."
He raises an eyebrow "That is a way to treat things. I often have to fend for myself, but then again I find fun in the idea of conflict. Maybe I'm just bored of being immortal." He taps his own glass and the content shifts until he seems satisfied with the drink.
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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.'
The Snow Angel summons a throne carved of glacial ice behind them, which they sit down on. "I was actually planning to make this place into something of significance. Unfortunately, another Will cursed the land and destroyed my foundation, so I had to relocate." They point upwards, to the small glacial blue dot seen in the sky overhead.
He shakes his head as he pours them a glass of wine "How unfortunate indeed. I find myself always at the end of someone else's troubles, and always seem to feel the need to assist them. Though I don't think I can help much here." He place the glass in front of their throne, smoking from his pipe and drinking his wine.
They take the glass, the wine inside freezing into a solid block and cracking the glass as soon as it meets their hand. They don't seem bothered by it, though. "I wasn't expecting anyone to help. I'm one to believe that we all need to fight our own battles and fend for ourselves, anyway."
He raises an eyebrow "That is a way to treat things. I often have to fend for myself, but then again I find fun in the idea of conflict. Maybe I'm just bored of being immortal." He taps his own glass and the content shifts until he seems satisfied with the drink.
"Immortality does make things dull at times, and it doesn't help that things have been relatively quiet as of late. I almost miss that one duel I had with Balatro."
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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 Snow Angel summons a throne carved of glacial ice behind them, which they sit down on. "I was actually planning to make this place into something of significance. Unfortunately, another Will cursed the land and destroyed my foundation, so I had to relocate." They point upwards, to the small glacial blue dot seen in the sky overhead.
He shakes his head as he pours them a glass of wine "How unfortunate indeed. I find myself always at the end of someone else's troubles, and always seem to feel the need to assist them. Though I don't think I can help much here." He place the glass in front of their throne, smoking from his pipe and drinking his wine.
They take the glass, the wine inside freezing into a solid block and cracking the glass as soon as it meets their hand. They don't seem bothered by it, though. "I wasn't expecting anyone to help. I'm one to believe that we all need to fight our own battles and fend for ourselves, anyway."
He raises an eyebrow "That is a way to treat things. I often have to fend for myself, but then again I find fun in the idea of conflict. Maybe I'm just bored of being immortal." He taps his own glass and the content shifts until he seems satisfied with the drink.
"Immortality does make things dull at times, and it doesn't help that things have been relatively quiet as of late. I almost miss that one duel I had with Balatro."
"I remember when I almost died against Forerir. Fun times." He smiles fondly "It is good to see someone else who understands my dilemma, do you enjoy poetry?"
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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.'
Phantom starts exploring around while getting use to his new ghostliness. It doesn't take long for him to get the hang of flying. The turning invisible and reappearing is a bit more sporadic.
The Snow Angel summons a throne carved of glacial ice behind them, which they sit down on. "I was actually planning to make this place into something of significance. Unfortunately, another Will cursed the land and destroyed my foundation, so I had to relocate." They point upwards, to the small glacial blue dot seen in the sky overhead.
He shakes his head as he pours them a glass of wine "How unfortunate indeed. I find myself always at the end of someone else's troubles, and always seem to feel the need to assist them. Though I don't think I can help much here." He place the glass in front of their throne, smoking from his pipe and drinking his wine.
They take the glass, the wine inside freezing into a solid block and cracking the glass as soon as it meets their hand. They don't seem bothered by it, though. "I wasn't expecting anyone to help. I'm one to believe that we all need to fight our own battles and fend for ourselves, anyway."
He raises an eyebrow "That is a way to treat things. I often have to fend for myself, but then again I find fun in the idea of conflict. Maybe I'm just bored of being immortal." He taps his own glass and the content shifts until he seems satisfied with the drink.
"Immortality does make things dull at times, and it doesn't help that things have been relatively quiet as of late. I almost miss that one duel I had with Balatro."
"I remember when I almost died against Forerir. Fun times." He smiles fondly "It is good to see someone else who understands my dilemma, do you enjoy poetry?"
"On occasion. I'm more into sculpting and architecture myself."
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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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Phantom would start to make his way out of the Frostbitten Wasteland, eventually becoming visible as he considers where to travel to first.
They eventually run into Slayer, who is attempting to protect the newly made will in any way they can.
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.)
They approach Slayer, intrigued. "I don't believe we've been acquainted yet. Who are you?"
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)
He is blowing smoke from a pipe, making sure not to blow at her "I am Slayer, and unfortunately we will not be acquainted on... simple terms. I cannot allow you in harm the child in any way."
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 child? I do not believe I know who you speak of."
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 mean the..." He takes a moment to search for a word before finding a fitting one "Phantom you are following."
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.)
"Ah, so they are not mortal? I wasn't aware of that." They dispel Nadir from their hand. "I take it they're a Will like us?"
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)
"Formally mortal is more accurate. Once human, now a Will." He says, smoke blowing out of his nose as smiles at her.
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.)
"Fascinating... I wasn't expecting many Wills to come out here, to this empty expanse- especially after what happened."
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)
"Neither did I. I simply came here out of interest, then again, I assume anyone would be interested if they saw a snow angel." He grins and winks at her, before taking a seat in a chair made of flying bats, crossing his legs.
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.)
There is a second of silence where the cold grows especially frigid. "...I suppose that makes sense. Such desolation rarely goes unnoticed for long."
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)
He sips a glass of wine he didn't just have a moment ago "I had come here from the land of flames, so desolation seems to be where I rest most often." The cold doesn't bother the vampire lord.
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 Snow Angel summons a throne carved of glacial ice behind them, which they sit down on. "I was actually planning to make this place into something of significance. Unfortunately, another Will cursed the land and destroyed my foundation, so I had to relocate." They point upwards, to the small glacial blue dot seen in the sky overhead.
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)
He shakes his head as he pours them a glass of wine "How unfortunate indeed. I find myself always at the end of someone else's troubles, and always seem to feel the need to assist them. Though I don't think I can help much here." He place the glass in front of their throne, smoking from his pipe and drinking his wine.
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.)
They take the glass, the wine inside freezing into a solid block and cracking the glass as soon as it meets their hand. They don't seem bothered by it, though. "I wasn't expecting anyone to help. I'm one to believe that we all need to fight our own battles and fend for ourselves, anyway."
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)
He raises an eyebrow "That is a way to treat things. I often have to fend for myself, but then again I find fun in the idea of conflict. Maybe I'm just bored of being immortal." He taps his own glass and the content shifts until he seems satisfied with the drink.
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.)
"Immortality does make things dull at times, and it doesn't help that things have been relatively quiet as of late. I almost miss that one duel I had with Balatro."
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 remember when I almost died against Forerir. Fun times." He smiles fondly "It is good to see someone else who understands my dilemma, do you enjoy poetry?"
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.)
Phantom starts exploring around while getting use to his new ghostliness. It doesn't take long for him to get the hang of flying. The turning invisible and reappearing is a bit more sporadic.
"On occasion. I'm more into sculpting and architecture myself."
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)