He laughs. "Yeah, you can say that. I wanna get my names back, and I need a significant threat to make her consider revealing their bearers to me." He frisbees a fresh sawblade through the air and slices down a smaller tree.
"I see... names are a funny thing indeed. I wish you the best of luck in getting them all back." They tend to their saw again for a few seconds, before felling another tree in record time.
*I'm not sure how to continue this, but it was definitely fun*
Koloma is in a forest with the head of the ghoul leader in a sack.
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
Koloma is in a forest with the head of the ghoul leader in a sack.
*You'd probably have to play that fight out with Dark since the Ghoul Queen is both hidden and absurdly powerful.*
*Nah. Just a mildly intelligent ghoul who was leading a pack. Koloma planted a bullet in his skull, so he ded now.*
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
Koloma is in a forest with the head of the ghoul leader in a sack.
*You'd probably have to play that fight out with Dark since the Ghoul Queen is both hidden and absurdly powerful.*
*Nah. Just a mildly intelligent ghoul who was leading a pack. Koloma planted a bullet in his skull, so he ded now.*
*So a ghoul leader as opposed to the ghoul leader? Thank you for clarifying. I was pretty confused.*
*Yeh, probably should've made it clearer.*
*I'll be able to RP, but I may take longer than usual to reply*
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
*I’m a bit stressed out for a variety of reasons today. I had a panic attack earlier. But I’m doing a bit better now!*
*how are you?*
*I'm sorry that's been happening today. Good to hear you're doing a bit better now.*
*I'm feeling fairly neutral at the moment- not great, but certainly not awful.*
*thank you :>*
*care to roleplay, my friend? I have mother moth and Julius, as usual. Julius is looking for Ghoulianth.*
*Sure, I'd love to! Would you like any other specific characters besides the crooked ghoul itself?*
*either Adeline and Mother Moth or The Groundskeeper and Julius could ehe fun! Whatever you prefer.*
*Sounds great to me! Here you go!*
The crooked ghoul is continuing its wandering accumulation of light and power across the Autumn Country, dining on campfires and candle-flames as it slowly, ever so slowly works its way back to its former stolen divinity.
Adeline has finished sharpening saws for Piecemeal for the time being, and is now sitting beside a small campfire on the outskirts around the Keep of Painted Leaves, watching the hauntingly-beautiful falling snow.
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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’m a bit stressed out for a variety of reasons today. I had a panic attack earlier. But I’m doing a bit better now!*
*how are you?*
*I'm sorry that's been happening today. Good to hear you're doing a bit better now.*
*I'm feeling fairly neutral at the moment- not great, but certainly not awful.*
*thank you :>*
*care to roleplay, my friend? I have mother moth and Julius, as usual. Julius is looking for Ghoulianth.*
*Sure, I'd love to! Would you like any other specific characters besides the crooked ghoul itself?*
*either Adeline and Mother Moth or The Groundskeeper and Julius could ehe fun! Whatever you prefer.*
*Sounds great to me! Here you go!*
The crooked ghoul is continuing its wandering accumulation of light and power across the Autumn Country, dining on campfires and candle-flames as it slowly, ever so slowly works its way back to its former stolen divinity.
Adeline has finished sharpening saws for Piecemeal for the time being, and is now sitting beside a small campfire on the outskirts around the Keep of Painted Leaves, watching the hauntingly-beautiful falling snow.
The crooked ghoul feels the wind around them pick up, and it gets warmer- uncomfortably warm, a burning warmth that could scorch their very being, which they’ve felt before. Plants and foliage wither and die in large swathes around Ghoulianth, and new ones sprout in their place in instants, bright and healthy and green. Julius, a shadow in the night sky, approaches.
(actually, I’m going to help my father plant some flowers so I think I’ll only have time for one rp)
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*I'm not sure how to continue this, but it was definitely fun*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I think I might go to bed since I can't come up with good interactions right now*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Koloma is in a forest with the head of the ghoul leader in a sack.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*You'd probably have to play that fight out with Dark since the Ghoul Queen is both hidden and absurdly powerful.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Nah. Just a mildly intelligent ghoul who was leading a pack. Koloma planted a bullet in his skull, so he ded now.*
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*So a ghoul leader as opposed to the ghoul leader? Thank you for clarifying. I was pretty confused.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yeh, probably should've made it clearer.*
*I'll be able to RP, but I may take longer than usual to reply*
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*hello, darlings!*
*Hey, Arch!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Gooooooooooooood morning, my lovely story-weavers!*
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 wanna spend time with you guys but I'm being dragged to a freaking pool party right now*
*I don't even like swimming*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hi, everyone!*
*Hello again, mine good friend! How art thou today?*
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’m a bit stressed out for a variety of reasons today. I had a panic attack earlier. But I’m doing a bit better now!*
*how are you?*
*I'm sorry that's been happening today. Good to hear you're doing a bit better now.*
*I'm feeling fairly neutral at the moment- not great, but certainly not awful.*
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)
*thank you :>*
*care to roleplay, my friend? I have mother moth and Julius, as usual. Julius is looking for Ghoulianth.*
*Sure, I'd love to! Would you like any other specific characters besides the crooked ghoul itself?*
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)
*either Adeline and Mother Moth or The Groundskeeper and Julius could ehe fun! Whatever you prefer.*
*Sounds great to me! Here you go!*
The crooked ghoul is continuing its wandering accumulation of light and power across the Autumn Country, dining on campfires and candle-flames as it slowly, ever so slowly works its way back to its former stolen divinity.
Adeline has finished sharpening saws for Piecemeal for the time being, and is now sitting beside a small campfire on the outskirts around the Keep of Painted Leaves, watching the hauntingly-beautiful falling snow.
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 crooked ghoul feels the wind around them pick up, and it gets warmer- uncomfortably warm, a burning warmth that could scorch their very being, which they’ve felt before. Plants and foliage wither and die in large swathes around Ghoulianth, and new ones sprout in their place in instants, bright and healthy and green. Julius, a shadow in the night sky, approaches.
(actually, I’m going to help my father plant some flowers so I think I’ll only have time for one rp)