The frost-rimed, Venetian carnival mask turns to look at the ooze-creature. "C-c-care for s-some c-c-c-cand-dy?" Red, fizzy icicles form on the witch's chin, spilling out from behind the mask as a faint smell of cream soda enters the air.
It crawls over to touch the witch, when it does it telepathically says “no,”
They don't recoil, but instead lean back and laugh weakly. "Weak-k. L-li-ike m-me." They make a choking sound and slump forward. More red soda pours out from under the mask. "Y-you... c-co-old?"
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A masked witch, dressed in a shadowy hat and a cloak of multicolored fabric streamers, sits on a pile of massive bags in the forest. Not an inch of skin is showing, and a raging fire sits before them to boil a large cauldron in which bob boiled pies, but the witch seems to be freezing still. Shivering and clutching themselves as a little gingerbread man throws more sticks to the flames.
The masked witch sees, in the corner of their eye, a slender figure draped in layers upon layers of silk, watching them from behind a nearby tree. She doesn’t make much effort to hide, and seems to be considering coming closer.
The witch slowly rises from their perch, drawing out an almost comically oversized ladle. They dip it into the fruity broth and remove a pudding, a delicious plum pie. They turn to her, shivering violently as they waft the scent toward her with their free hand. Their eyes, the only part visible behind the mask, are inhuman. Gleaming, watery rubies.
Mother Moth slowly approaches, keeping eye contact with the witch. “Are you cold?” Her wings, that drape around her like a cloak, shift slightly, showing her readiness to flee if they prove hostile.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*I should intro The Wren soon, I’ll just have to brush up on Boxing Day lore real quick*
*WDYM?*
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The witch slowly rises from their perch, drawing out an almost comically oversized ladle. They dip it into the fruity broth and remove a pudding, a delicious plum pie. They turn to her, shivering violently as they waft the scent toward her with their free hand. Their eyes, the only part visible behind the mask, are inhuman. Gleaming, watery rubies.
Mother Moth slowly approaches, keeping eye contact with the witch. “Are you cold?” Her wings, that drape around her like a cloak, shift slightly, showing her readiness to flee if they prove hostile.
They nod, the bells on their cloak jingling. "F-freezing." They take a step closer, the ice on their limbs crackling.
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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 young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
The goo crawls over to him.
“Speak. I cannot hear you.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*why without a modifier? This seems like it would be a constitution save or something.*
2
*I wasn’t sure what modifier.*
The black goo vanishes when it hits her.
*well, this seems like it would be a constitution save. It’s sort of odd to just have a saving throw and not specify what type.*
*ok. But it would be more mental acceptance, so wouldn’t it be wisdom?*
*alright, then! That means Mother Moth would succeed instead.*
she hisses, backing up 40 ft. Away with a single beat of her enormous moth wings. “How dare you-“ she starts, backing away further, on foot.
*let me check mine to add.*
*would it be higher than 8?*
*yes, she would have gotten an 11 when adding Wisdom. She has a +9 to wisdom saves.*
*ok. But, plus 9! That’s at least 28 in wisdom I believe.*
He can’t talk now that they aren’t touching.
*actually, she just has a +5, or a 20, in wisdom, and she has proficiency in wisdom saving throws.*
”you have- betrayed trust- and you have- attacked me- give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you where you stand?” She bares her fangs, resembling those of a vampire’s, somewhat. She draws a strand of silk out from thin air, lashing it out towards the goo. It allows for telepathic contact while physically not touching, carrying the psychic messaging upon the thread.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
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*I see no reason why not!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“No. Would you like to be my host?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*I have characters from millions of lightyears away.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Mother Moth slowly approaches, keeping eye contact with the witch. “Are you cold?” Her wings, that drape around her like a cloak, shift slightly, showing her readiness to flee if they prove hostile.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*alright, then! That means Mother Moth would succeed instead.*
she hisses, backing up 40 ft. Away with a single beat of her enormous moth wings. “How dare you-“ she starts, backing away further, on foot.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*let me check mine to add.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A young person with light blue hair covered in frost and a pair of snowy blue eyes with no pupils that reflect the landscape around them is sitting on top of a polar bear. Their hair is long, reaching down to their shoulders and tied into a ponytail. Their clothes are brown and made for the extreme cold. They do not seem hot, nor do they seem cold. They are drinking a mug of hot chocolate, staring into the distance. One who can see their gaze gets the vague feeling that they cannot see.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*would it be higher than 8?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*yes, she would have gotten an 11 when adding Wisdom. She has a +9 to wisdom saves.*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*I have a whole bunch of gooey host requiring characters, time for red!*
A red webby formless almost liquid goo is wandering around.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*I should intro The Wren soon, I’ll just have to brush up on Boxing Day lore real quick*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*ok. But, plus 9! That’s at least 28 in wisdom I believe.*
He can’t talk now that they aren’t touching.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Ugh my messages aren’t loading.*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*that one did.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
The person looks up. “I hear someone.” He whispers.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*WDYM?*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
They nod, the bells on their cloak jingling. "F-freezing." They take a step closer, the ice on their limbs crackling.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The goo crawls over to him.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Speak. I cannot hear you.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
*actually, she just has a +5, or a 20, in wisdom, and she has proficiency in wisdom saving throws.*
”you have- betrayed trust- and you have- attacked me- give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you where you stand?” She bares her fangs, resembling those of a vampire’s, somewhat. She draws a strand of silk out from thin air, lashing it out towards the goo. It allows for telepathic contact while physically not touching, carrying the psychic messaging upon the thread.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”