The Mirth Manor has been fully repaired, and has returned to traveling across the realm. Eris stands on the roof of the structure, running diagnostics the colossal weapon of war that is the Skynail.
Orchid is creating more towering amber monuments across their domain.
Asper walks around, the tiny humanoid looking up
She creates another monument of amber- easily a hundred feet tall, with a branching structure like coral- before noticing Asper. "Why hello there!"
"Hey! I've noticed the amber. May I collect some?"
Cogintius is out in the world while an avatar runs the city this time.
He can sense a dread only familiar to one will, though the dread isn't as intense as usual as Happy Chaos appears next to him "Before you teleport away, I would like to apologize." He quickly says.
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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.'
Cogintius is out in the world while an avatar runs the city this time.
He can sense a dread only familiar to one will, though the dread isn't as intense as usual as Happy Chaos appears next to him "Before you teleport away, I would like to apologize." He quickly says.
He turns around and sighs. "Make your apology one of high speed."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Cogintius is out in the world while an avatar runs the city this time.
He can sense a dread only familiar to one will, though the dread isn't as intense as usual as Happy Chaos appears next to him "Before you teleport away, I would like to apologize." He quickly says.
He turns around and sighs. "Make your apology one of high speed."
He nods “I’m sorry I’ve bothered you so much and so consistently, I am mostly, and much more sorry for what I did to the mortals of your city and every city I touched.”
*I've decided to make a little cutscene of sorts for Eris- partly for developing characters, and partly for a fun little bit of writing... okay, and maybe for a bit of dark comedy too. The prompts for rp are below it. Enjoy!*
Eris is walking around the Mirth Manor, a small container storing the core sample from the blood-red tree in her hands, looking for a cold and dry space to store it so it won't decay. She opens one of the storage rooms in the manor's lower floors, placing the core sample on a lower shelf before she notices a far larger container inside the room... and then its contents.
"Mom! What... what is this?!"
Margot notices her daughter's surprised reaction, and closes the book she was reading before proceeding to silently drift through the halls over to Eris, not touching the ground. After the fire of the Mirth Manor, there wasn't much of Margot left to reanimate- now, the only part of her original body left is a brain in a glass-and-metal jar. When she arrives, Eris points to the container in the back of the storage closet, a look of surprise and partial disgust on her face.
"Oh, that!" Margot starts, seemingly reminiscing about something as she levitates past Eris, picking up the vat with six spindly, cable-like tendrils ending in wiry metal hands. "That's your lungs, preserved in magical stasis. Brings back memories, no?" She continues, as if she was talking about old photographs and not previously-excised organs.
"YOU KEPT MY LUNGS?!"
"What? It's a keepsake! A memento from the day of your first mechanical augment." She replies, holding it up a bit for Eris to get a better look. Eris takes a step back. "I still remember how nervous you were. I mean, you were operating on yourself- who wouldn't be-"
"I- it's freaky, is what it is!" She blurts out, absolutely mortified.
"No more freaky than parents keeping their kid's hair from their first haircut." Margot retorts. "I still have that too, if you want to see."
Eris is silent for a few seconds, still processing all this. "Wha? G- get rid of it!"
"Get rid of it? Eris, dear, we only have so many parts of ourselves left after so long!" She carefully sets the vat back down in its corner before turning back to face Eris. "We need something to remember the good old days by."
"But not this! I... wait. Wait a minute." She pauses for a second. "Have you been doing this with all the parts I removed?"
"But of course! I'm pretty sure your vocal cords are in one of the jars in the next room over." Her mother cheerfully replies, sounding absolutely insane to Eris- she'd probably sound insane to almost anyone, really.
"WHY?! To stitch it all back together or something?!"
"How did you know-" Margot pauses, sighing. "Eris, that was supposed to be a surprise!"
Eris is absolutely stunned for a long while- her eyes wide in shock, and her metaphorical mouth agape. "I don't believe this..." She mutters, beginning to leave the room. "I'm going outside. I... I need time to process all this." And with that, Eris teleports away. Margot sighs, and returns to her reading material.
Eris is sitting on a hill a ways from the Mirth Manor, still reeling from the interaction above.
Orchid has returned to travelling along the River of Herionidus, spreading verdant plant life wherever she goes.
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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)
*I've decided to make a little cutscene of sorts for Eris- partly for developing characters, and partly for a fun little bit of writing... okay, and maybe for a bit of dark comedy too. The prompts for rp are below it. Enjoy!*
Eris is walking around the Mirth Manor, a small container storing the core sample from the blood-red tree in her hands, looking for a cold and dry space to store it so it won't decay. She opens one of the storage rooms in the manor's lower floors, placing the core sample on a lower shelf before she notices a far larger container inside the room... and then its contents.
"Mom! What... what is this?!"
Margot notices her daughter's surprised reaction, and closes the book she was reading before proceeding to silently drift through the halls over to Eris, not touching the ground. After the fire of the Mirth Manor, there wasn't much of Margot left to reanimate- now, the only part of her original body left is a brain in a glass-and-metal jar. When she arrives, Eris points to the container in the back of the storage closet, a look of surprise and partial disgust on her face.
"Oh, that!" Margot starts, seemingly reminiscing about something as she levitates past Eris, picking up the vat with six spindly, cable-like tendrils ending in wiry metal hands. "That's your lungs, preserved in magical stasis. Brings back memories, no?" She continues, as if she was talking about old photographs and not previously-excised organs.
"YOU KEPT MY LUNGS?!"
"What? It's a keepsake! A memento from the day of your first mechanical augment." She replies, holding it up a bit for Eris to get a better look. Eris takes a step back. "I still remember how nervous you were. I mean, you were operating on yourself- who wouldn't be-"
"I- it's freaky, is what it is!" She blurts out, absolutely mortified.
"No more freaky than parents keeping their kid's hair from their first haircut." Margot retorts. "I still have that too, if you want to see."
Eris is silent for a few seconds, still processing all this. "Wha? G- get rid of it!"
"Get rid of it? Eris, dear, we only have so many parts of ourselves left after so long!" She carefully sets the vat back down in its corner before turning back to face Eris. "We need something to remember the good old days by."
"But not this! I... wait. Wait a minute." She pauses for a second. "Have you been doing this with all the parts I removed?"
"But of course! I'm pretty sure your vocal cords are in one of the jars in the next room over." Her mother cheerfully replies, sounding absolutely insane to Eris- she'd probably sound insane to almost anyone, really.
"WHY?! To stitch it all back together or something?!"
"How did you know-" Margot pauses, sighing. "Eris, that was supposed to be a surprise!"
Eris is absolutely stunned for a long while- her eyes wide in shock, and her metaphorical mouth agape. "I don't believe this..." She mutters, beginning to leave the room. "I'm going outside. I... I need time to process all this." And with that, Eris teleports away. Margot sighs, and returns to her reading material.
Eris is sitting on a hill a ways from the Mirth Manor, still reeling from the interaction above.
Orchid has returned to travelling along the River of Herionidus, spreading verdant plant life wherever she goes.
*Haven't rped in a while. Can you tell me what exactly Eris is?*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*I've decided to make a little cutscene of sorts for Eris- partly for developing characters, and partly for a fun little bit of writing... okay, and maybe for a bit of dark comedy too. The prompts for rp are below it. Enjoy!*
Eris is walking around the Mirth Manor, a small container storing the core sample from the blood-red tree in her hands, looking for a cold and dry space to store it so it won't decay. She opens one of the storage rooms in the manor's lower floors, placing the core sample on a lower shelf before she notices a far larger container inside the room... and then its contents.
"Mom! What... what is this?!"
Margot notices her daughter's surprised reaction, and closes the book she was reading before proceeding to silently drift through the halls over to Eris, not touching the ground. After the fire of the Mirth Manor, there wasn't much of Margot left to reanimate- now, the only part of her original body left is a brain in a glass-and-metal jar. When she arrives, Eris points to the container in the back of the storage closet, a look of surprise and partial disgust on her face.
"Oh, that!" Margot starts, seemingly reminiscing about something as she levitates past Eris, picking up the vat with six spindly, cable-like tendrils ending in wiry metal hands. "That's your lungs, preserved in magical stasis. Brings back memories, no?" She continues, as if she was talking about old photographs and not previously-excised organs.
"YOU KEPT MY LUNGS?!"
"What? It's a keepsake! A memento from the day of your first mechanical augment." She replies, holding it up a bit for Eris to get a better look. Eris takes a step back. "I still remember how nervous you were. I mean, you were operating on yourself- who wouldn't be-"
"I- it's freaky, is what it is!" She blurts out, absolutely mortified.
"No more freaky than parents keeping their kid's hair from their first haircut." Margot retorts. "I still have that too, if you want to see."
Eris is silent for a few seconds, still processing all this. "Wha? G- get rid of it!"
"Get rid of it? Eris, dear, we only have so many parts of ourselves left after so long!" She carefully sets the vat back down in its corner before turning back to face Eris. "We need something to remember the good old days by."
"But not this! I... wait. Wait a minute." She pauses for a second. "Have you been doing this with all the parts I removed?"
"But of course! I'm pretty sure your vocal cords are in one of the jars in the next room over." Her mother cheerfully replies, sounding absolutely insane to Eris- she'd probably sound insane to almost anyone, really.
"WHY?! To stitch it all back together or something?!"
"How did you know-" Margot pauses, sighing. "Eris, that was supposed to be a surprise!"
Eris is absolutely stunned for a long while- her eyes wide in shock, and her metaphorical mouth agape. "I don't believe this..." She mutters, beginning to leave the room. "I'm going outside. I... I need time to process all this." And with that, Eris teleports away. Margot sighs, and returns to her reading material.
Eris is sitting on a hill a ways from the Mirth Manor, still reeling from the interaction above.
Orchid has returned to travelling along the River of Herionidus, spreading verdant plant life wherever she goes.
*Haven't rped in a while. Can you tell me what exactly Eris is?*
*Sure! Eris was a mortal human at one point, but came back as a Will due to backstory stuff. Her and her whole family's deal is that they're undead, and swap out decaying body parts with mechanical replacements to avoid rotting into full-on zombies.*
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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)
*I've decided to make a little cutscene of sorts for Eris- partly for developing characters, and partly for a fun little bit of writing... okay, and maybe for a bit of dark comedy too. The prompts for rp are below it. Enjoy!*
Eris is walking around the Mirth Manor, a small container storing the core sample from the blood-red tree in her hands, looking for a cold and dry space to store it so it won't decay. She opens one of the storage rooms in the manor's lower floors, placing the core sample on a lower shelf before she notices a far larger container inside the room... and then its contents.
"Mom! What... what is this?!"
Margot notices her daughter's surprised reaction, and closes the book she was reading before proceeding to silently drift through the halls over to Eris, not touching the ground. After the fire of the Mirth Manor, there wasn't much of Margot left to reanimate- now, the only part of her original body left is a brain in a glass-and-metal jar. When she arrives, Eris points to the container in the back of the storage closet, a look of surprise and partial disgust on her face.
"Oh, that!" Margot starts, seemingly reminiscing about something as she levitates past Eris, picking up the vat with six spindly, cable-like tendrils ending in wiry metal hands. "That's your lungs, preserved in magical stasis. Brings back memories, no?" She continues, as if she was talking about old photographs and not previously-excised organs.
"YOU KEPT MY LUNGS?!"
"What? It's a keepsake! A memento from the day of your first mechanical augment." She replies, holding it up a bit for Eris to get a better look. Eris takes a step back. "I still remember how nervous you were. I mean, you were operating on yourself- who wouldn't be-"
"I- it's freaky, is what it is!" She blurts out, absolutely mortified.
"No more freaky than parents keeping their kid's hair from their first haircut." Margot retorts. "I still have that too, if you want to see."
Eris is silent for a few seconds, still processing all this. "Wha? G- get rid of it!"
"Get rid of it? Eris, dear, we only have so many parts of ourselves left after so long!" She carefully sets the vat back down in its corner before turning back to face Eris. "We need something to remember the good old days by."
"But not this! I... wait. Wait a minute." She pauses for a second. "Have you been doing this with all the parts I removed?"
"But of course! I'm pretty sure your vocal cords are in one of the jars in the next room over." Her mother cheerfully replies, sounding absolutely insane to Eris- she'd probably sound insane to almost anyone, really.
"WHY?! To stitch it all back together or something?!"
"How did you know-" Margot pauses, sighing. "Eris, that was supposed to be a surprise!"
Eris is absolutely stunned for a long while- her eyes wide in shock, and her metaphorical mouth agape. "I don't believe this..." She mutters, beginning to leave the room. "I'm going outside. I... I need time to process all this." And with that, Eris teleports away. Margot sighs, and returns to her reading material.
Eris is sitting on a hill a ways from the Mirth Manor, still reeling from the interaction above.
Orchid has returned to travelling along the River of Herionidus, spreading verdant plant life wherever she goes.
*Haven't rped in a while. Can you tell me what exactly Eris is?*
*Sure! Eris was a mortal human at one point, but came back as a Will due to backstory stuff. Her and her whole family's deal is that they're undead, and swap out decaying body parts with mechanical replacements to avoid rotting into full-on zombies.*
*Oooh interesting! Foreir would go well with that. What does she look like?*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Sorry about the delay- internet's being kinda weird.*
*Eris has short bleached-looking white hair and amber eyes, and outwardly appears mostly human except for a few visible machine parts that replace her arms (which just look like robotic arms), her legs (where she now has a dozen spindly spider-like legs made of metal), and the lower third of her face (mostly featureless, smooth metal plating). She wears finer clothes that suggest her being in a nobility, with a green hooded cloak and a leather apron with loads of pockets for tools.*
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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 man sits next to her. He wears simple clothes, befitting a blacksmith, with a leather apron, work pants and gloves. His eyes are a vibrant emerald. Other than that, he seems normal. Other than the fact that his hair is a bright orange and moves like flames. And the crown of thorns and spines digging into his head. "You alright lassie?"
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
A man sits next to her. He wears simple clothes, befitting a blacksmith, with a leather apron, work pants and gloves. His eyes are a vibrant emerald. Other than that, he seems normal. Other than the fact that his hair is a bright orange and moves like flames. And the crown of thorns and spines digging into his head. "You alright lassie?"
*Sorry about the delay*
She turns to face him for a second, before looking back. "I'm... I'll be fine, thank you. Just... processing a lot." She replies, a faint electrical crackle to her voice.
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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 man sits next to her. He wears simple clothes, befitting a blacksmith, with a leather apron, work pants and gloves. His eyes are a vibrant emerald. Other than that, he seems normal. Other than the fact that his hair is a bright orange and moves like flames. And the crown of thorns and spines digging into his head. "You alright lassie?"
*Sorry about the delay*
She turns to face him for a second, before looking back. "I'm... I'll be fine, thank you. Just... processing a lot." She replies, a faint electrical crackle to her voice.
"Do you wish to talk about it? I've heard it helps."
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
A man sits next to her. He wears simple clothes, befitting a blacksmith, with a leather apron, work pants and gloves. His eyes are a vibrant emerald. Other than that, he seems normal. Other than the fact that his hair is a bright orange and moves like flames. And the crown of thorns and spines digging into his head. "You alright lassie?"
*Sorry about the delay*
She turns to face him for a second, before looking back. "I'm... I'll be fine, thank you. Just... processing a lot." She replies, a faint electrical crackle to her voice.
"Do you wish to talk about it? I've heard it helps."
"I do. It's just..." She pauses, struggling to find the right word that describes her feelings. "...Absurd."
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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 man sits next to her. He wears simple clothes, befitting a blacksmith, with a leather apron, work pants and gloves. His eyes are a vibrant emerald. Other than that, he seems normal. Other than the fact that his hair is a bright orange and moves like flames. And the crown of thorns and spines digging into his head. "You alright lassie?"
*Sorry about the delay*
She turns to face him for a second, before looking back. "I'm... I'll be fine, thank you. Just... processing a lot." She replies, a faint electrical crackle to her voice.
"Do you wish to talk about it? I've heard it helps."
"I do. It's just..." She pauses, struggling to find the right word that describes her feelings. "...Absurd."
"I'm used to the absurd. I promise you that I will not judge."
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
A man sits next to her. He wears simple clothes, befitting a blacksmith, with a leather apron, work pants and gloves. His eyes are a vibrant emerald. Other than that, he seems normal. Other than the fact that his hair is a bright orange and moves like flames. And the crown of thorns and spines digging into his head. "You alright lassie?"
*Sorry about the delay*
She turns to face him for a second, before looking back. "I'm... I'll be fine, thank you. Just... processing a lot." She replies, a faint electrical crackle to her voice.
"Do you wish to talk about it? I've heard it helps."
"I do. It's just..." She pauses, struggling to find the right word that describes her feelings. "...Absurd."
"I'm used to the absurd. I promise you that I will not judge."
Eris takes a breath. "So I recently found out my mother has been keeping all the organic parts I've replaced for 'keepsake'." She starts. "And I- quite reasonably, I feel- was horrified."
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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)
Cogintius is out in the world while an avatar runs the city this time.
He can sense a dread only familiar to one will, though the dread isn't as intense as usual as Happy Chaos appears next to him "Before you teleport away, I would like to apologize." He quickly says.
He turns around and sighs. "Make your apology one of high speed."
He nods “I’m sorry I’ve bothered you so much and so consistently, I am mostly, and much more sorry for what I did to the mortals of your city and every city I touched.”
He nods. "Although it is difficult to easily provide compensation for such acts, what you have offered as such is accepted. This is epecially due to the fact that you are already dead, and you cannot cause any more troubles nor do much to further compensate. You have my gratitude for seeing error in your ways and apologizing for it."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A man sits next to her. He wears simple clothes, befitting a blacksmith, with a leather apron, work pants and gloves. His eyes are a vibrant emerald. Other than that, he seems normal. Other than the fact that his hair is a bright orange and moves like flames. And the crown of thorns and spines digging into his head. "You alright lassie?"
*Sorry about the delay*
She turns to face him for a second, before looking back. "I'm... I'll be fine, thank you. Just... processing a lot." She replies, a faint electrical crackle to her voice.
"Do you wish to talk about it? I've heard it helps."
"I do. It's just..." She pauses, struggling to find the right word that describes her feelings. "...Absurd."
"I'm used to the absurd. I promise you that I will not judge."
Eris takes a breath. "So I recently found out my mother has been keeping all the organic parts I've replaced for 'keepsake'." She starts. "And I- quite reasonably, I feel- was horrified."
"That's...strange. I likely would be horrified as well."
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Cogintius is out in the world while an avatar runs the city this time.
He can sense a dread only familiar to one will, though the dread isn't as intense as usual as Happy Chaos appears next to him "Before you teleport away, I would like to apologize." He quickly says.
He turns around and sighs. "Make your apology one of high speed."
He nods “I’m sorry I’ve bothered you so much and so consistently, I am mostly, and much more sorry for what I did to the mortals of your city and every city I touched.”
He nods. "Although it is difficult to easily provide compensation for such acts, what you have offered as such is accepted. This is epecially due to the fact that you are already dead, and you cannot cause any more troubles nor do much to further compensate. You have my gratitude for seeing error in your ways and apologizing for it."
“I truly am sorry, though it would be incorrect to describe me as simply dead, considering the multiple countermeasures I have that will result in me returning. Anyway.” He wraps an arm around Cog’s shoulder, grinning wide “How are you doing old friend?”
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I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*I need some new Wills I need to think aaaaaaaaa*
Cogintius is out in the world while an avatar runs the city this time.
Cimex, having returned the mortals to their homes, is looking around the world without any big goal.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
He can sense a dread only familiar to one will, though the dread isn't as intense as usual as Happy Chaos appears next to him "Before you teleport away, I would like to apologize." He quickly says.
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.)
He turns around and sighs. "Make your apology one of high speed."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
He nods “I’m sorry I’ve bothered you so much and so consistently, I am mostly, and much more sorry for what I did to the mortals of your city and every city I touched.”
*I've decided to make a little cutscene of sorts for Eris- partly for developing characters, and partly for a fun little bit of writing... okay, and maybe for a bit of dark comedy too. The prompts for rp are below it. Enjoy!*
Eris is walking around the Mirth Manor, a small container storing the core sample from the blood-red tree in her hands, looking for a cold and dry space to store it so it won't decay. She opens one of the storage rooms in the manor's lower floors, placing the core sample on a lower shelf before she notices a far larger container inside the room... and then its contents.
"Mom! What... what is this?!"
Margot notices her daughter's surprised reaction, and closes the book she was reading before proceeding to silently drift through the halls over to Eris, not touching the ground. After the fire of the Mirth Manor, there wasn't much of Margot left to reanimate- now, the only part of her original body left is a brain in a glass-and-metal jar. When she arrives, Eris points to the container in the back of the storage closet, a look of surprise and partial disgust on her face.
"Oh, that!" Margot starts, seemingly reminiscing about something as she levitates past Eris, picking up the vat with six spindly, cable-like tendrils ending in wiry metal hands. "That's your lungs, preserved in magical stasis. Brings back memories, no?" She continues, as if she was talking about old photographs and not previously-excised organs.
"YOU KEPT MY LUNGS?!"
"What? It's a keepsake! A memento from the day of your first mechanical augment." She replies, holding it up a bit for Eris to get a better look. Eris takes a step back. "I still remember how nervous you were. I mean, you were operating on yourself- who wouldn't be-"
"I- it's freaky, is what it is!" She blurts out, absolutely mortified.
"No more freaky than parents keeping their kid's hair from their first haircut." Margot retorts. "I still have that too, if you want to see."
Eris is silent for a few seconds, still processing all this. "Wha? G- get rid of it!"
"Get rid of it? Eris, dear, we only have so many parts of ourselves left after so long!" She carefully sets the vat back down in its corner before turning back to face Eris. "We need something to remember the good old days by."
"But not this! I... wait. Wait a minute." She pauses for a second. "Have you been doing this with all the parts I removed?"
"But of course! I'm pretty sure your vocal cords are in one of the jars in the next room over." Her mother cheerfully replies, sounding absolutely insane to Eris- she'd probably sound insane to almost anyone, really.
"WHY?! To stitch it all back together or something?!"
"How did you know-" Margot pauses, sighing. "Eris, that was supposed to be a surprise!"
Eris is absolutely stunned for a long while- her eyes wide in shock, and her metaphorical mouth agape. "I don't believe this..." She mutters, beginning to leave the room. "I'm going outside. I... I need time to process all this." And with that, Eris teleports away. Margot sighs, and returns to her reading material.
Eris is sitting on a hill a ways from the Mirth Manor, still reeling from the interaction above.
Orchid has returned to travelling along the River of Herionidus, spreading verdant plant life wherever she goes.
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)
*Haven't rped in a while. Can you tell me what exactly Eris is?*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Sure! Eris was a mortal human at one point, but came back as a Will due to backstory stuff. Her and her whole family's deal is that they're undead, and swap out decaying body parts with mechanical replacements to avoid rotting into full-on zombies.*
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)
*Oooh interesting! Foreir would go well with that. What does she look like?*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Sorry about the delay- internet's being kinda weird.*
*Eris has short bleached-looking white hair and amber eyes, and outwardly appears mostly human except for a few visible machine parts that replace her arms (which just look like robotic arms), her legs (where she now has a dozen spindly spider-like legs made of metal), and the lower third of her face (mostly featureless, smooth metal plating). She wears finer clothes that suggest her being in a nobility, with a green hooded cloak and a leather apron with loads of pockets for tools.*
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)
*Epic. I'll interact with her now!*
A man sits next to her. He wears simple clothes, befitting a blacksmith, with a leather apron, work pants and gloves. His eyes are a vibrant emerald. Other than that, he seems normal. Other than the fact that his hair is a bright orange and moves like flames. And the crown of thorns and spines digging into his head. "You alright lassie?"
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Sorry about the delay*
She turns to face him for a second, before looking back. "I'm... I'll be fine, thank you. Just... processing a lot." She replies, a faint electrical crackle to her voice.
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)
"Do you wish to talk about it? I've heard it helps."
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"I do. It's just..." She pauses, struggling to find the right word that describes her feelings. "...Absurd."
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)
Zeon is aiding both Mephilia and Zakator in creating even more powerful Constructs such as the Master Adranach, Runic Colossus, and Forge Guardian.
Volumdremaak and Visk are flying together, doing some exploring and enjoying each other's company.
Rendy is searching for anyone that needs help.
Asada's spy network has been traveling around, gathering bits of new information.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"I'm used to the absurd. I promise you that I will not judge."
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Eris takes a breath. "So I recently found out my mother has been keeping all the organic parts I've replaced for 'keepsake'." She starts. "And I- quite reasonably, I feel- was horrified."
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 nods. "Although it is difficult to easily provide compensation for such acts, what you have offered as such is accepted. This is epecially due to the fact that you are already dead, and you cannot cause any more troubles nor do much to further compensate. You have my gratitude for seeing error in your ways and apologizing for it."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"That's...strange. I likely would be horrified as well."
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“I truly am sorry, though it would be incorrect to describe me as simply dead, considering the multiple countermeasures I have that will result in me returning. Anyway.” He wraps an arm around Cog’s shoulder, grinning wide “How are you doing old friend?”