“OOH, I’m sure they’re cracking under all that pressure! Lemme go and tell everyone about that! They’ll LOVE IT-“
"Alright then. Do you need me to take you to the City?"
“O-O-OH NO, Darling! In the half a second since I’ve last said anything, I just told three popular nobles and one gal who writes for the news! You don’t need to do a thing!”
*by the way, they have a New York accent*
"I see. So are you mortal, or a Will then?"
“W-W-WILL, MY DEAR! I-I-Introducing: OLLIPHANDER! God of communication!”
"Communication. I see. I am Zeon, the Primordial Emperor."
“Ooh, I’ve heard all about you, my dear, darling Zeon.”
"You have? I don't interact with many others. What have you heard?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
Eris is sitting in the shade of a large rocky outcrop in the Grey Peaks, repairing one of her hands.
She senses something nearby. She can feel vibrations in the ground, oncoming Charnel hounds. Only two of them, however.
Upon sensing the approaching Charnel Hounds, Eris ducks behind the rock formation and readies herself for a potential conflict.
Bursting out of the ground are two members of the Mourn family: Perseus, on the larger Charnel Hound, and Nicholas on the smaller one. Nicholas gets off of the Hound and begins weaving a spell, which seems to be of the divination variety. Possibly to detect nearby entities. Perseus is keeping watch, a nervous expression on his face.
Eris also seems nervous upon realizing who it is, and seems conflicted as to whether or not to risk being spotted to get a better look. After a few seconds, her curiosity overrides her fear, and she stealthily tries to watch what they're doing.
Nicholas, casting the spell with a staff, is chanting ancient words of power, meanings long lost to time. He also says, ‘Mirth,’ several times during the process.
“Are you sure you felt their presence here?” Perseus asks Nicholas. “Shh, Uncle, I need to concentrate! If we’re to find Mirth Manor again, I need to focus!”
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
They find a presence of Undeath in the Amber Marsh, Slayer is having a stroll. Any monsters he happens to encounter usually know not to try and fight him based on his calm appearance, but if they do, he releases a little bit of his divine power to scare them off.
Upon sensing the presence in their domain, Orchid teleports over to where Slayer is, collapsing into chitin and plant matter before reassembling themselves out of the nearby foliage. "Greetings, Slayer. What brings you to my domain?"
He looks down to Orchid, smiling softly at them, bowing deeply out of respect “Quite good to see you Orchid, a pleasure indeed. I am simply going for a stroll, enjoying the little ups and downs of life as anyone should. Am I bothering you?”
"No, you're not bothering me at all- I was merely curious. Not many Wills- or any beings I haven't made, really- visit the Marsh often." She turns for a moment, gesturing out to the thorny, hostile landscape ahead of them. "Beautiful, is it not?"
“It truly something I quite enjoy, though I enjoy most aspects of life, may they be the beginning or may they be the end of it. It is good to enjoy it all.” He looks to the environment “It is less I wanted to visit the place, and more I wanted to good somewhere I don’t often go. It is mere coincidence I happened to come here, but I like it that way.”
"I understand. Not all who wander are lost, after all." She responds, seemingly reminiscing about something for a second. "I created this place to embody nature to its extreme- constant new life, constant new death. Nothing lasts for long here."
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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)
“OOH, I’m sure they’re cracking under all that pressure! Lemme go and tell everyone about that! They’ll LOVE IT-“
"Alright then. Do you need me to take you to the City?"
“O-O-OH NO, Darling! In the half a second since I’ve last said anything, I just told three popular nobles and one gal who writes for the news! You don’t need to do a thing!”
*by the way, they have a New York accent*
"I see. So are you mortal, or a Will then?"
“W-W-WILL, MY DEAR! I-I-Introducing: OLLIPHANDER! God of communication!”
"Communication. I see. I am Zeon, the Primordial Emperor."
“Ooh, I’ve heard all about you, my dear, darling Zeon.”
"You have? I don't interact with many others. What have you heard?"
“Well, the Details are pretty vague, but you’ve been spotted all over! In some editions of the Maledictus Atlas Encyclopedia, you are listed as one of the wills overthrowing Faltros! Or so i’ve been told, supposedly. Allegedly. Probably.”
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
Eris is sitting in the shade of a large rocky outcrop in the Grey Peaks, repairing one of her hands.
She senses something nearby. She can feel vibrations in the ground, oncoming Charnel hounds. Only two of them, however.
Upon sensing the approaching Charnel Hounds, Eris ducks behind the rock formation and readies herself for a potential conflict.
Bursting out of the ground are two members of the Mourn family: Perseus, on the larger Charnel Hound, and Nicholas on the smaller one. Nicholas gets off of the Hound and begins weaving a spell, which seems to be of the divination variety. Possibly to detect nearby entities. Perseus is keeping watch, a nervous expression on his face.
Eris also seems nervous upon realizing who it is, and seems conflicted as to whether or not to risk being spotted to get a better look. After a few seconds, her curiosity overrides her fear, and she stealthily tries to watch what they're doing.
Nicholas, casting the spell with a staff, is chanting ancient words of power, meanings long lost to time. He also says, ‘Mirth,’ several times during the process.
“Are you sure you felt their presence here?” Perseus asks Nicholas. “Shh, Uncle, I need to concentrate! If we’re to find Mirth Manor again, I need to focus!”
She continues listening, trying to quietly take notes in her journal. Given she's being especially careful to not mover her metallic joints too much for fear of them making a sound, the note-taking process is a slow one.
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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)
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
They find a presence of Undeath in the Amber Marsh, Slayer is having a stroll. Any monsters he happens to encounter usually know not to try and fight him based on his calm appearance, but if they do, he releases a little bit of his divine power to scare them off.
Upon sensing the presence in their domain, Orchid teleports over to where Slayer is, collapsing into chitin and plant matter before reassembling themselves out of the nearby foliage. "Greetings, Slayer. What brings you to my domain?"
He looks down to Orchid, smiling softly at them, bowing deeply out of respect “Quite good to see you Orchid, a pleasure indeed. I am simply going for a stroll, enjoying the little ups and downs of life as anyone should. Am I bothering you?”
"No, you're not bothering me at all- I was merely curious. Not many Wills- or any beings I haven't made, really- visit the Marsh often." She turns for a moment, gesturing out to the thorny, hostile landscape ahead of them. "Beautiful, is it not?"
“It truly something I quite enjoy, though I enjoy most aspects of life, may they be the beginning or may they be the end of it. It is good to enjoy it all.” He looks to the environment “It is less I wanted to visit the place, and more I wanted to good somewhere I don’t often go. It is mere coincidence I happened to come here, but I like it that way.”
"I understand. Not all who wander are lost, after all." She responds, seemingly reminiscing about something for a second. "I created this place to embody nature to its extreme- constant new life, constant new death. Nothing lasts for long here."
He rubs his chin, smiling at the thought “It sounds exciting, I would love to come here on occasion, limit my divine power and have to fight for my survival, keep things interesting whenever it gets boring.” He rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck.
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
Eris is sitting in the shade of a large rocky outcrop in the Grey Peaks, repairing one of her hands.
She senses something nearby. She can feel vibrations in the ground, oncoming Charnel hounds. Only two of them, however.
Upon sensing the approaching Charnel Hounds, Eris ducks behind the rock formation and readies herself for a potential conflict.
Bursting out of the ground are two members of the Mourn family: Perseus, on the larger Charnel Hound, and Nicholas on the smaller one. Nicholas gets off of the Hound and begins weaving a spell, which seems to be of the divination variety. Possibly to detect nearby entities. Perseus is keeping watch, a nervous expression on his face.
Eris also seems nervous upon realizing who it is, and seems conflicted as to whether or not to risk being spotted to get a better look. After a few seconds, her curiosity overrides her fear, and she stealthily tries to watch what they're doing.
Nicholas, casting the spell with a staff, is chanting ancient words of power, meanings long lost to time. He also says, ‘Mirth,’ several times during the process.
“Are you sure you felt their presence here?” Perseus asks Nicholas. “Shh, Uncle, I need to concentrate! If we’re to find Mirth Manor again, I need to focus!”
She continues listening, trying to quietly take notes in her journal. Given she's being especially careful to not mover her metallic joints too much for fear of them making a sound, the note-taking process is a slow one.
Perseus stays quiet, and Nicholas continues chanting unintelligible words from dead languages. Perseus gets off his Charnel hound, which sits down and partially becomes overgrown with rot and fungus. Perseus moves to the edge of the cliff, looking around, his glaive in hand.
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
They find a presence of Undeath in the Amber Marsh, Slayer is having a stroll. Any monsters he happens to encounter usually know not to try and fight him based on his calm appearance, but if they do, he releases a little bit of his divine power to scare them off.
Upon sensing the presence in their domain, Orchid teleports over to where Slayer is, collapsing into chitin and plant matter before reassembling themselves out of the nearby foliage. "Greetings, Slayer. What brings you to my domain?"
He looks down to Orchid, smiling softly at them, bowing deeply out of respect “Quite good to see you Orchid, a pleasure indeed. I am simply going for a stroll, enjoying the little ups and downs of life as anyone should. Am I bothering you?”
"No, you're not bothering me at all- I was merely curious. Not many Wills- or any beings I haven't made, really- visit the Marsh often." She turns for a moment, gesturing out to the thorny, hostile landscape ahead of them. "Beautiful, is it not?"
“It truly something I quite enjoy, though I enjoy most aspects of life, may they be the beginning or may they be the end of it. It is good to enjoy it all.” He looks to the environment “It is less I wanted to visit the place, and more I wanted to good somewhere I don’t often go. It is mere coincidence I happened to come here, but I like it that way.”
"I understand. Not all who wander are lost, after all." She responds, seemingly reminiscing about something for a second. "I created this place to embody nature to its extreme- constant new life, constant new death. Nothing lasts for long here."
He rubs his chin, smiling at the thought “It sounds exciting, I would love to come here on occasion, limit my divine power and have to fight for my survival, keep things interesting whenever it gets boring.” He rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck.
She smiles as well, thinking of something. "I could set up an arena of sorts- a training grounds for Wills who want to fight. Wills would get to test their skills, and I would get to test my creations. What say you?"
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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)
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
Eris is sitting in the shade of a large rocky outcrop in the Grey Peaks, repairing one of her hands.
She senses something nearby. She can feel vibrations in the ground, oncoming Charnel hounds. Only two of them, however.
Upon sensing the approaching Charnel Hounds, Eris ducks behind the rock formation and readies herself for a potential conflict.
Bursting out of the ground are two members of the Mourn family: Perseus, on the larger Charnel Hound, and Nicholas on the smaller one. Nicholas gets off of the Hound and begins weaving a spell, which seems to be of the divination variety. Possibly to detect nearby entities. Perseus is keeping watch, a nervous expression on his face.
Eris also seems nervous upon realizing who it is, and seems conflicted as to whether or not to risk being spotted to get a better look. After a few seconds, her curiosity overrides her fear, and she stealthily tries to watch what they're doing.
Nicholas, casting the spell with a staff, is chanting ancient words of power, meanings long lost to time. He also says, ‘Mirth,’ several times during the process.
“Are you sure you felt their presence here?” Perseus asks Nicholas. “Shh, Uncle, I need to concentrate! If we’re to find Mirth Manor again, I need to focus!”
She continues listening, trying to quietly take notes in her journal. Given she's being especially careful to not mover her metallic joints too much for fear of them making a sound, the note-taking process is a slow one.
Perseus stays quiet, and Nicholas continues chanting unintelligible words from dead languages. Perseus gets off his Charnel hound, which sits down and partially becomes overgrown with rot and fungus. Perseus moves to the edge of the cliff, looking around, his glaive in hand.
As Perseus draws nearer, Eris tries to slowly move back to avoid his detection. However, there is a faint tapping on the stone from her numerous legs that, if someone was listening for it, might alert them to her location.
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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)
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
They find a presence of Undeath in the Amber Marsh, Slayer is having a stroll. Any monsters he happens to encounter usually know not to try and fight him based on his calm appearance, but if they do, he releases a little bit of his divine power to scare them off.
Upon sensing the presence in their domain, Orchid teleports over to where Slayer is, collapsing into chitin and plant matter before reassembling themselves out of the nearby foliage. "Greetings, Slayer. What brings you to my domain?"
He looks down to Orchid, smiling softly at them, bowing deeply out of respect “Quite good to see you Orchid, a pleasure indeed. I am simply going for a stroll, enjoying the little ups and downs of life as anyone should. Am I bothering you?”
"No, you're not bothering me at all- I was merely curious. Not many Wills- or any beings I haven't made, really- visit the Marsh often." She turns for a moment, gesturing out to the thorny, hostile landscape ahead of them. "Beautiful, is it not?"
“It truly something I quite enjoy, though I enjoy most aspects of life, may they be the beginning or may they be the end of it. It is good to enjoy it all.” He looks to the environment “It is less I wanted to visit the place, and more I wanted to good somewhere I don’t often go. It is mere coincidence I happened to come here, but I like it that way.”
"I understand. Not all who wander are lost, after all." She responds, seemingly reminiscing about something for a second. "I created this place to embody nature to its extreme- constant new life, constant new death. Nothing lasts for long here."
He rubs his chin, smiling at the thought “It sounds exciting, I would love to come here on occasion, limit my divine power and have to fight for my survival, keep things interesting whenever it gets boring.” He rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck.
She smiles as well, thinking of something. "I could set up an arena of sorts- a training grounds for Wills who want to fight. Wills would get to test their skills, and I would get to test my creations. What say you?"
He grins wide, a terrifying look on the face of the vampire lord “I would certainly be happy to take part in that. A chance to test my metal once more, with only my martial skill and experience, it’s been a long time since I could do that.” He pats Orchid’s head “Thank you.”
Orchid is continuing to create horrific plant monsters, setting them all loose on the Amber Marsh and watching to see if they survive. Many of them don't.
Eris is sitting in the shade of a large rocky outcrop in the Grey Peaks, repairing one of her hands.
She senses something nearby. She can feel vibrations in the ground, oncoming Charnel hounds. Only two of them, however.
Upon sensing the approaching Charnel Hounds, Eris ducks behind the rock formation and readies herself for a potential conflict.
Bursting out of the ground are two members of the Mourn family: Perseus, on the larger Charnel Hound, and Nicholas on the smaller one. Nicholas gets off of the Hound and begins weaving a spell, which seems to be of the divination variety. Possibly to detect nearby entities. Perseus is keeping watch, a nervous expression on his face.
Eris also seems nervous upon realizing who it is, and seems conflicted as to whether or not to risk being spotted to get a better look. After a few seconds, her curiosity overrides her fear, and she stealthily tries to watch what they're doing.
Nicholas, casting the spell with a staff, is chanting ancient words of power, meanings long lost to time. He also says, ‘Mirth,’ several times during the process.
“Are you sure you felt their presence here?” Perseus asks Nicholas. “Shh, Uncle, I need to concentrate! If we’re to find Mirth Manor again, I need to focus!”
She continues listening, trying to quietly take notes in her journal. Given she's being especially careful to not mover her metallic joints too much for fear of them making a sound, the note-taking process is a slow one.
Perseus stays quiet, and Nicholas continues chanting unintelligible words from dead languages. Perseus gets off his Charnel hound, which sits down and partially becomes overgrown with rot and fungus. Perseus moves to the edge of the cliff, looking around, his glaive in hand.
As Perseus draws nearer, Eris tries to slowly move back to avoid his detection. However, there is a faint tapping on the stone from her numerous legs that, if someone was listening for it, might alert them to her location.
Perseus whips around, pointing his glaive at the source of the sound. “Who’s there?” He yells in Eris’ personal direction. Nicholas looks to Perseus, irritated. “Uncle, what did I just say?!”
Eris jumps a bit at Perseus' shout, internally panicking. After a few seconds, there are more metallic tapping sounds as, not seeing any immediately better option and not having enough time to formulate a better plan, Eris rather reluctantly steps into view, not saying anything.
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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)
Orchid is a little confused for a second, before putting the thought aside. "You are most welcome. I shall begin the arena's construction at once."
He smiles down at them, looking into the distance and seeing once of the plant beasts there “Take your time, I can wait for something such as that.” He takes one of the thorns off a nearby plant, throwing it at the plant with his fingers. It moves fast enough to leave a sonic boom, slicing through the air and blasting the creature to bits “Hmm.”
Eris jumps a bit at Perseus' shout, internally panicking. After a few seconds, there are more metallic tapping sounds as, not seeing any immediately better option and not having enough time to formulate a better plan, Eris rather reluctantly steps into view, not saying anything.
Perseus becomes silent, dropping his glaive in shock. Nicholas seems to have not noticed Eris, as he’s looking the other direction and is too focused on the spell.
Perseus doesn’t say anything Immediately, awkwardly reaching to pick up his glaive while maintaining eye contact with Eris, focused on… well, the metallic third of her face.
“Well, the Details are pretty vague, but you’ve been spotted all over! In some editions of the Maledictus Atlas Encyclopedia, you are listed as one of the wills overthrowing Faltros! Or so i’ve been told, supposedly. Allegedly. Probably.”
"That is not true, though I was present during his downfall."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Eris jumps a bit at Perseus' shout, internally panicking. After a few seconds, there are more metallic tapping sounds as, not seeing any immediately better option and not having enough time to formulate a better plan, Eris rather reluctantly steps into view, not saying anything.
Perseus becomes silent, dropping his glaive in shock. Nicholas seems to have not noticed Eris, as he’s looking the other direction and is too focused on the spell.
Perseus doesn’t say anything Immediately, awkwardly reaching to pick up his glaive while maintaining eye contact with Eris, focused on… well, the metallic third of her face.
Eris is silent for a few seconds as well, also maintaining eye contact. After a few seconds, there is a little nervous chuckle that escapes her, alongside a faint electrical crackling sound.
"Surprise." She says, palpable anxiety in 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)
“Well, the Details are pretty vague, but you’ve been spotted all over! In some editions of the Maledictus Atlas Encyclopedia, you are listed as one of the wills overthrowing Faltros! Or so i’ve been told, supposedly. Allegedly. Probably.”
"That is not true, though I was present during his downfall."
”ah… I see. Oh well, only I only told a few… thousand people that, no harm no foul?”
Orchid is a little confused for a second, before putting the thought aside. "You are most welcome. I shall begin the arena's construction at once."
He smiles down at them, looking into the distance and seeing once of the plant beasts there “Take your time, I can wait for something such as that.” He takes one of the thorns off a nearby plant, throwing it at the plant with his fingers. It moves fast enough to leave a sonic boom, slicing through the air and blasting the creature to bits “Hmm.”
As soon as the shambling mound is blasted into chunks of plant matter, all the nearby blights and creeping tangles rush to the carnage, devouring all they can of the carcass- and then each other. Orchid just laughs a bit at the sight.
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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)
Eris jumps a bit at Perseus' shout, internally panicking. After a few seconds, there are more metallic tapping sounds as, not seeing any immediately better option and not having enough time to formulate a better plan, Eris rather reluctantly steps into view, not saying anything.
Perseus becomes silent, dropping his glaive in shock. Nicholas seems to have not noticed Eris, as he’s looking the other direction and is too focused on the spell.
Perseus doesn’t say anything Immediately, awkwardly reaching to pick up his glaive while maintaining eye contact with Eris, focused on… well, the metallic third of her face.
Eris is silent for a few seconds as well, also maintaining eye contact. After a few seconds, there is a little nervous chuckle that escapes her, alongside a faint electrical crackling sound.
"Surprise." She says, palpable anxiety in her voice.
“Eris…” he whispers. “It’s… it’s been so… so long…” he says, shuffling backwards a bit, nervously. Nicholas still hasn’t realized Eris is there.
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"You have? I don't interact with many others. What have you heard?"
"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
Nicholas, casting the spell with a staff, is chanting ancient words of power, meanings long lost to time. He also says, ‘Mirth,’ several times during the process.
“Are you sure you felt their presence here?” Perseus asks Nicholas. “Shh, Uncle, I need to concentrate! If we’re to find Mirth Manor again, I need to focus!”
"I understand. Not all who wander are lost, after all." She responds, seemingly reminiscing about something for a second. "I created this place to embody nature to its extreme- constant new life, constant new death. Nothing lasts for long here."
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)
“Well, the Details are pretty vague, but you’ve been spotted all over! In some editions of the Maledictus Atlas Encyclopedia, you are listed as one of the wills overthrowing Faltros! Or so i’ve been told, supposedly. Allegedly. Probably.”
She continues listening, trying to quietly take notes in her journal. Given she's being especially careful to not mover her metallic joints too much for fear of them making a sound, the note-taking process is a slow one.
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 rubs his chin, smiling at the thought “It sounds exciting, I would love to come here on occasion, limit my divine power and have to fight for my survival, keep things interesting whenever it gets boring.” He rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck.
Perseus stays quiet, and Nicholas continues chanting unintelligible words from dead languages. Perseus gets off his Charnel hound, which sits down and partially becomes overgrown with rot and fungus. Perseus moves to the edge of the cliff, looking around, his glaive in hand.
She smiles as well, thinking of something. "I could set up an arena of sorts- a training grounds for Wills who want to fight. Wills would get to test their skills, and I would get to test my creations. What say 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)
As Perseus draws nearer, Eris tries to slowly move back to avoid his detection. However, there is a faint tapping on the stone from her numerous legs that, if someone was listening for it, might alert them to her location.
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 grins wide, a terrifying look on the face of the vampire lord “I would certainly be happy to take part in that. A chance to test my metal once more, with only my martial skill and experience, it’s been a long time since I could do that.” He pats Orchid’s head “Thank you.”
Perseus whips around, pointing his glaive at the source of the sound. “Who’s there?” He yells in Eris’ personal direction. Nicholas looks to Perseus, irritated. “Uncle, what did I just say?!”
*Cut for Eris and Perseus and Nicholas*
Eris jumps a bit at Perseus' shout, internally panicking. After a few seconds, there are more metallic tapping sounds as, not seeing any immediately better option and not having enough time to formulate a better plan, Eris rather reluctantly steps into view, not saying anything.
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)
*Cut for Slayer and Orchid*
Orchid is a little confused for a second, before putting the thought aside. "You are most welcome. I shall begin the arena's construction at once."
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 smiles down at them, looking into the distance and seeing once of the plant beasts there “Take your time, I can wait for something such as that.” He takes one of the thorns off a nearby plant, throwing it at the plant with his fingers. It moves fast enough to leave a sonic boom, slicing through the air and blasting the creature to bits “Hmm.”
Perseus becomes silent, dropping his glaive in shock. Nicholas seems to have not noticed Eris, as he’s looking the other direction and is too focused on the spell.
Perseus doesn’t say anything Immediately, awkwardly reaching to pick up his glaive while maintaining eye contact with Eris, focused on… well, the metallic third of her face.
"That is not true, though I was present during his downfall."
"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
Eris is silent for a few seconds as well, also maintaining eye contact. After a few seconds, there is a little nervous chuckle that escapes her, alongside a faint electrical crackling sound.
"Surprise." She says, palpable anxiety in 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)
”ah… I see. Oh well, only I only told a few… thousand people that, no harm no foul?”
As soon as the shambling mound is blasted into chunks of plant matter, all the nearby blights and creeping tangles rush to the carnage, devouring all they can of the carcass- and then each other. Orchid just laughs a bit at the sight.
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)
“Eris…” he whispers. “It’s… it’s been so… so long…” he says, shuffling backwards a bit, nervously. Nicholas still hasn’t realized Eris is there.