*Hey Yvonne! I only have 45 minutes, which isn't really enough time to rp, but perhaps we can chat?*
*I'm hoping to do the hunt soon, and I have another character idea inspired by creepypastas and analogue horror, if you wanna hear about them*
*Hello, Baal! Sure, I'd like to chat.*
*I'd love to hear the character concept, too! What's your idea?*
*So my concept is some sort of eldritch corruptive force contained in the body of a saint. Sounds pretty basic, right?*
*The saint was "prophesied," meaning that he was created through a cult's selective breeding and training programs to create a being capable of containing such a monstrous entity and acting as a sort of "God King." His parents tried to take him away from the cult and raise him as their own despite having no idea how to raise a child and not really loving each other. Eventually, the parents were killed and the "messiah" was taken back to the cult and the horrific power was contained within him. His first act as their dark god?*
*Burn down the village and everyone within it. Leave no survivors.*
*So Saint Empty is an artificer, channeling the dark force to create undead and magic items, corrupting nonliving material with a touch while only having a fragment of his actual power due to a lack of understanding of its true potency and function.*
*Basically, he's got the potential to be a big bad and a bit of insanity.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey Yvonne! I only have 45 minutes, which isn't really enough time to rp, but perhaps we can chat?*
*I'm hoping to do the hunt soon, and I have another character idea inspired by creepypastas and analogue horror, if you wanna hear about them*
*Hello, Baal! Sure, I'd like to chat.*
*I'd love to hear the character concept, too! What's your idea?*
*So my concept is some sort of eldritch corruptive force contained in the body of a saint. Sounds pretty basic, right?*
*The saint was "prophesied," meaning that he was created through a cult's selective breeding and training programs to create a being capable of containing such a monstrous entity and acting as a sort of "God King." His parents tried to take him away from the cult and raise him as their own despite having no idea how to raise a child and not really loving each other. Eventually, the parents were killed and the "messiah" was taken back to the cult and the horrific power was contained within him. His first act as their dark god?*
*Burn down the village and everyone within it. Leave no survivors.*
*So Saint Empty is an artificer, channeling the dark force to create undead and magic items, corrupting nonliving material with a touch while only having a fragment of his actual power due to a lack of understanding of its true potency and function.*
*Basically, he's got the potential to be a big bad and a bit of insanity.*
*Ooh, that's a really fun character concept! As you said, he's got a lot of main-villain potential, and his backstory has a lot of ways to integrate plot hooks. Cool character all around- I love it!*
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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)
*So my concept is some sort of eldritch corruptive force contained in the body of a saint. Sounds pretty basic, right?*
*The saint was "prophesied," meaning that he was created through a cult's selective breeding and training programs to create a being capable of containing such a monstrous entity and acting as a sort of "God King." His parents tried to take him away from the cult and raise him as their own despite having no idea how to raise a child and not really loving each other. Eventually, the parents were killed and the "messiah" was taken back to the cult and the horrific power was contained within him. His first act as their dark god?*
*Burn down the village and everyone within it. Leave no survivors.*
*So Saint Empty is an artificer, channeling the dark force to create undead and magic items, corrupting nonliving material with a touch while only having a fragment of his actual power due to a lack of understanding of its true potency and function.*
*Basically, he's got the potential to be a big bad and a bit of insanity.*
*Ooh, that's a really fun character concept! As you said, he's got a lot of main-villain potential, and his backstory has a lot of ways to integrate plot hooks. Cool character all around- I love it!*
*I'm struggling to come up with beliefs and a personality for this boi, but right now I want this guy to have some cozy vibes to combine with some sad, creepy, and disturbing ones.*
*I'm imagining old arcades and log cabins. Think like Gravity Falls but with more intense horror elements that would not be fit for a kid's show.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*So my concept is some sort of eldritch corruptive force contained in the body of a saint. Sounds pretty basic, right?*
*The saint was "prophesied," meaning that he was created through a cult's selective breeding and training programs to create a being capable of containing such a monstrous entity and acting as a sort of "God King." His parents tried to take him away from the cult and raise him as their own despite having no idea how to raise a child and not really loving each other. Eventually, the parents were killed and the "messiah" was taken back to the cult and the horrific power was contained within him. His first act as their dark god?*
*Burn down the village and everyone within it. Leave no survivors.*
*So Saint Empty is an artificer, channeling the dark force to create undead and magic items, corrupting nonliving material with a touch while only having a fragment of his actual power due to a lack of understanding of its true potency and function.*
*Basically, he's got the potential to be a big bad and a bit of insanity.*
*Ooh, that's a really fun character concept! As you said, he's got a lot of main-villain potential, and his backstory has a lot of ways to integrate plot hooks. Cool character all around- I love it!*
*I'm struggling to come up with beliefs and a personality for this boi, but right now I want this guy to have some cozy vibes to combine with some sad, creepy, and disturbing ones.*
*I'm imagining old arcades and log cabins. Think like Gravity Falls but with more intense horror elements that would not be fit for a kid's show.*
*I can totally see that- like, cozy vibes but you can tell something's off from the very beginning, and it only becomes more apparent the more someone pays attention to the spooky stuff happening around the cozy environment.*
*Maybe he feels somewhat guilty about how his power's corruptive nature hurts the people around him? That has lots of potential for both sympathy and angst.*
*Ooh, that sounds awesome! Maybe a time split? Or is that too greedy?*
*No, a time-split sounds great! It'd be fun to see their differing reactions too!*
*Awesome!*
A strugel in pallid, mouldering cultist robes hangs by his foot in a tree. His face has been carved off, leaving a black, leaking void. The tree is painted in his blood, words like "Heretic" and "Pretender."
He seems to be waking up from some sort of slumber, weakly pawing at the space where his face was.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Ooh, that sounds awesome! Maybe a time split? Or is that too greedy?*
*No, a time-split sounds great! It'd be fun to see their differing reactions too!*
*Awesome!*
A strugel in pallid, mouldering cultist robes hangs by his foot in a tree. His face has been carved off, leaving a black, leaking void. The tree is painted in his blood, words like "Heretic" and "Pretender."
He seems to be waking up from some sort of slumber, weakly pawing at the space where his face was.
Adeline sees the faceless strugel while walking around, and is at first horrified by the gory display. After a while, though, her curiosity outweighs her fear and she cautiously approaches.
Helianth sees the faceless strugel and immediately approaches without an ounce of fear. It's not sure if they can see it, what with the lack of a face, and keeps a bit of distance between him and it.
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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 strugel in pallid, mouldering cultist robes hangs by his foot in a tree. His face has been carved off, leaving a black, leaking void. The tree is painted in his blood, words like "Heretic" and "Pretender."
He seems to be waking up from some sort of slumber, weakly pawing at the space where his face was.
Adeline sees the faceless strugel while walking around, and is at first horrified by the gory display. After a while, though, her curiosity outweighs her fear and she cautiously approaches.
Helianth sees the faceless strugel and immediately approaches without an ounce of fear. It's not sure if they can see it, what with the lack of a face, and keeps a bit of distance between him and it.
He slowly turns to face her, then waves. Eyes and teeth, not in any amount or arrangement comparable to a face, bubble up from the blackness, gnashing and looking around wildly before freezing. "How long has it been, Adeline... since you've been truly cold?" The being tries to cover the hole where its face should be.
The Saint starts moving as if retching, doubling over and clutching his stomach as if retching. The pool of blood beneath him begins to spread and boil as some sort of monster emerges from it, looking very similar to the strugel in the tree, but purely black and red. An eye appears where the faux-Saint's left eye should be as it tilts its head, staring at Helianth.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A strugel in pallid, mouldering cultist robes hangs by his foot in a tree. His face has been carved off, leaving a black, leaking void. The tree is painted in his blood, words like "Heretic" and "Pretender."
He seems to be waking up from some sort of slumber, weakly pawing at the space where his face was.
Adeline sees the faceless strugel while walking around, and is at first horrified by the gory display. After a while, though, her curiosity outweighs her fear and she cautiously approaches.
Helianth sees the faceless strugel and immediately approaches without an ounce of fear. It's not sure if they can see it, what with the lack of a face, and keeps a bit of distance between him and it.
He slowly turns to face her, then waves. Eyes and teeth, not in any amount or arrangement comparable to a face, bubble up from the blackness, gnashing and looking around wildly before freezing. "How long has it been, Adeline... since you've been truly cold?" The being tries to cover the hole where its face should be.
The Saint starts moving as if retching, doubling over and clutching his stomach as if retching. The pool of blood beneath him begins to spread and boil as some sort of monster emerges from it, looking very similar to the strugel in the tree, but purely black and red. An eye appears where the faux-Saint's left eye should be as it tilts its head, staring at Helianth.
She jumps back in surprise, before mustering the courage to answer. "...T- ten, eleven winters. I don't know how many Material years that'd be- time is strange in the Feywild. How did you know my name?"
The death angel looks back at it, its curiosity only growing. "Greetings." It starts, hoping that they aren't going to try to kill it. "Would you like help getting down from that tree?" It asks, pointing with a crooked finger to the rope tied around the Saint's foot.
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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)
He slowly turns to face her, then waves. Eyes and teeth, not in any amount or arrangement comparable to a face, bubble up from the blackness, gnashing and looking around wildly before freezing. "How long has it been, Adeline... since you've been truly cold?" The being tries to cover the hole where its face should be.
The Saint starts moving as if retching, doubling over and clutching his stomach as if retching. The pool of blood beneath him begins to spread and boil as some sort of monster emerges from it, looking very similar to the strugel in the tree, but purely black and red. An eye appears where the faux-Saint's left eye should be as it tilts its head, staring at Helianth.
She jumps back in surprise, before mustering the courage to answer. "...T- ten, eleven winters. I don't know how many Material years that'd be- time is strange in the Feywild. How did you know my name?"
The death angel looks back at it, its curiosity only growing. "Greetings." It starts, hoping that they aren't going to try to kill it. "Would you like help getting down from that tree?" It asks, pointing with a crooked finger to the rope tied around the Saint's foot.
The mouths chitter in glee. "I would be willing to wager that I don't. I don't think that's your real name. Not the one you were given when you were born, that is." The body that seems to hold the darkness begins to thrash, trying to grasp the rope.
The blood saint looks up at the real one, who nods vigorously. The blood creature follows suit. Then the darkness within the hanging Strugel speaks. "Are you still hungry, my sibling?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The goose feathered shoulder of the King of Autumn can be seen hunched over a form sitting in the dirt deep in the woods.
He can sense the presence of... well, not quite a fey, but something similar. Adeline is sitting under a nearby tree as she takes notes of everything she's seen in the forest.
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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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*Hey Yvonne! I only have 45 minutes, which isn't really enough time to rp, but perhaps we can chat?*
*I'm hoping to do the hunt soon, and I have another character idea inspired by creepypastas and analogue horror, if you wanna hear about them*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hello, Baal! Sure, I'd like to chat.*
*I'd love to hear the character concept, too! What's your idea?*
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)
*So my concept is some sort of eldritch corruptive force contained in the body of a saint. Sounds pretty basic, right?*
*The saint was "prophesied," meaning that he was created through a cult's selective breeding and training programs to create a being capable of containing such a monstrous entity and acting as a sort of "God King." His parents tried to take him away from the cult and raise him as their own despite having no idea how to raise a child and not really loving each other. Eventually, the parents were killed and the "messiah" was taken back to the cult and the horrific power was contained within him. His first act as their dark god?*
*Burn down the village and everyone within it. Leave no survivors.*
*So Saint Empty is an artificer, channeling the dark force to create undead and magic items, corrupting nonliving material with a touch while only having a fragment of his actual power due to a lack of understanding of its true potency and function.*
*Basically, he's got the potential to be a big bad and a bit of insanity.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Ooh, that's a really fun character concept! As you said, he's got a lot of main-villain potential, and his backstory has a lot of ways to integrate plot hooks. Cool character all around- I love it!*
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 struggling to come up with beliefs and a personality for this boi, but right now I want this guy to have some cozy vibes to combine with some sad, creepy, and disturbing ones.*
*I'm imagining old arcades and log cabins. Think like Gravity Falls but with more intense horror elements that would not be fit for a kid's show.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I can totally see that- like, cozy vibes but you can tell something's off from the very beginning, and it only becomes more apparent the more someone pays attention to the spooky stuff happening around the cozy environment.*
*Maybe he feels somewhat guilty about how his power's corruptive nature hurts the people around him? That has lots of potential for both sympathy and angst.*
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)
*Gooooooooood morning, my wonderful entities!*
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)
*(Slams door behind you)*
*RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*[Portcullis slam down on all the doors] [Ocarina of Time miniboss music starts]*
*Sure! Any specific character(s) you'd like?*
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 not sure. I have the Saint ready enough to intro, and I don't feel ready up to Piecemeal's hunt right now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*We don't have to do the hunt right now, if you don't wanna. Maybe Helianth or Adeline can meet with the Saint?*
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, that sounds awesome! Maybe a time split? Or is that too greedy?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*No, a time-split sounds great! It'd be fun to see their differing reactions too!*
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)
*Awesome!*
A strugel in pallid, mouldering cultist robes hangs by his foot in a tree. His face has been carved off, leaving a black, leaking void. The tree is painted in his blood, words like "Heretic" and "Pretender."
He seems to be waking up from some sort of slumber, weakly pawing at the space where his face was.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Adeline sees the faceless strugel while walking around, and is at first horrified by the gory display. After a while, though, her curiosity outweighs her fear and she cautiously approaches.
Helianth sees the faceless strugel and immediately approaches without an ounce of fear. It's not sure if they can see it, what with the lack of a face, and keeps a bit of distance between him and it.
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 slowly turns to face her, then waves. Eyes and teeth, not in any amount or arrangement comparable to a face, bubble up from the blackness, gnashing and looking around wildly before freezing. "How long has it been, Adeline... since you've been truly cold?" The being tries to cover the hole where its face should be.
The Saint starts moving as if retching, doubling over and clutching his stomach as if retching. The pool of blood beneath him begins to spread and boil as some sort of monster emerges from it, looking very similar to the strugel in the tree, but purely black and red. An eye appears where the faux-Saint's left eye should be as it tilts its head, staring at Helianth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She jumps back in surprise, before mustering the courage to answer. "...T- ten, eleven winters. I don't know how many Material years that'd be- time is strange in the Feywild. How did you know my name?"
The death angel looks back at it, its curiosity only growing. "Greetings." It starts, hoping that they aren't going to try to kill it. "Would you like help getting down from that tree?" It asks, pointing with a crooked finger to the rope tied around the Saint's foot.
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 goose feathered shoulder of the King of Autumn can be seen hunched over a form sitting in the dirt deep in the woods.
The mouths chitter in glee. "I would be willing to wager that I don't. I don't think that's your real name. Not the one you were given when you were born, that is." The body that seems to hold the darkness begins to thrash, trying to grasp the rope.
The blood saint looks up at the real one, who nods vigorously. The blood creature follows suit. Then the darkness within the hanging Strugel speaks. "Are you still hungry, my sibling?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He can sense the presence of... well, not quite a fey, but something similar. Adeline is sitting under a nearby tree as she takes notes of everything she's seen in the forest.
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)