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.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
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.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
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*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.
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.
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?"
“No. Would you like to be my host?”
Another laugh, this one stronger. Their eyes suddenly blare hot red light as they gaze down at the blob. "Why of course! I would love to carry a second parasitic curse inside my body, something else to choke and strangle and drown me!" They drop the sarcasm as the light dims. "No. No. I am not strong enough, especially not after being in this c-cold for so long."
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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.
*I should intro The Wren soon, I’ll just have to brush up on Boxing Day lore real quick*
*WDYM?*
*the Wren is a character concept I had, part of the winter court. It isn’t a requirement, but often members of the courts embody a specific holiday. (The October Hare, the Flame of Fawkes (though that’s a special case), and the April Fool (last surviving member of the original Spring Court) are all examples. The Wren is an embodiment of Boxing Day, also called Wren Day. They’re the fool of the Winter Court and the king of Wrens, as in, the bird, who themselves are the kings of all birds.*
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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.”
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.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
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 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.
“This is surely no weather to travel in… do you wish to find warmth?”
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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.”
*I should intro The Wren soon, I’ll just have to brush up on Boxing Day lore real quick*
*WDYM?*
*the Wren is a character concept I had, part of the winter court. It isn’t a requirement, but often members of the courts embody a specific holiday. (The October Hare, the Flame of Fawkes (though that’s a special case), and the April Fool (last surviving member of the original Spring Court) are all examples. The Wren is an embodiment of Boxing Day, also called Wren Day. They’re the fool of the Winter Court and the king of Wrens, as in, the bird, who themselves are the kings of all birds.*
*oooooooh awesome. Mine is the Blind Emissary, who can see into the souls of people.*
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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?"
“No. Would you like to be my host?”
Another laugh, this one stronger. Their eyes suddenly blare hot red light as they gaze down at the blob. "Why of course! I would love to carry a second parasitic curse inside my body, something else to choke and strangle and drown me!" They drop the sarcasm as the light dims. "No. No. I am not strong enough, especially not after being in this c-cold for so long."
“I’m not parasitic, I’m symbiotic. I can give you extraordinary powers.”
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.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
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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.
*oh.*
”What would you kill me with?”
“I am the Queen Mother of Starlight, Lady Lacewing- I could kill you in a number of different ways right now. Why shouldn’t I?”
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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.”
*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.
*oh.*
”What would you kill me with?”
“I am the Queen Mother of Starlight, Lady Lacewing- I could kill you in a number of different ways right now. Why shouldn’t I?”
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.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
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.
*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.
*oh.*
”What would you kill me with?”
“I am the Queen Mother of Starlight, Lady Lacewing- I could kill you in a number of different ways right now. Why shouldn’t I?”
“I’m not solid enough to be killed by weapons.”
“Answer the question.”
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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.”
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.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
“No thank you. I can see your soul already… I do not need permission, I just ask for it to be kind.”
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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!
They nod, the bells on their cloak jingling. "F-freezing." They take a step closer, the ice on their limbs crackling.
“This is surely no weather to travel in… do you wish to find warmth?”
They cock their head to the side ever so slightly. "O-f... Course. Are y-you t-t-tricking me?"
She shakes her head. “No, of course not-… though, many would try. It’s- for the best that you don’t believe most of what anyone here says.” She pauses, observing him closer. “There is something else making you cold, is there not? It’s not simply the-… winter, is it?”
she casts detect magic.
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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.”
*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.
*oh.*
”What would you kill me with?”
“I am the Queen Mother of Starlight, Lady Lacewing- I could kill you in a number of different ways right now. Why shouldn’t I?”
“I’m not solid enough to be killed by weapons.”
“Answer the question.”
“Because I could regenerate before you could kill me,”
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.
Another laugh, this one stronger. Their eyes suddenly blare hot red light as they gaze down at the blob. "Why of course! I would love to carry a second parasitic curse inside my body, something else to choke and strangle and drown me!" They drop the sarcasm as the light dims. "No. No. I am not strong enough, especially not after being in this c-cold for so long."
“I’m not parasitic, I’m symbiotic. I can give you extraordinary powers.”
"I already do. I draw it from the myriad of curses placed upon me. Debilitating, agonizing curses. My lungs burn every second, filled with carbonated liquid. Sleep is a luxury I can rarely afford even when I can manage it. You wouldn't believe what a terrible choice you can make in this moment." They lean close, cackling quietly. "Wanna try it?"
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.”
A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
“Not without controlling a host.”
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
“No thank you. I can see your soul already… I do not need permission, I just ask for it to be kind.”
He tries without consent. Roll a wisdom saving throw higher than 16.
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.
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A tendril touches him. “Hello.” A voice says in his head.
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.
“Ah, telepathy. I take it you cannot speak?”
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!
*oh.*
”What would you kill me with?”
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.
Another laugh, this one stronger. Their eyes suddenly blare hot red light as they gaze down at the blob. "Why of course! I would love to carry a second parasitic curse inside my body, something else to choke and strangle and drown me!" They drop the sarcasm as the light dims. "No. No. I am not strong enough, especially not after being in this c-cold for so long."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*the Wren is a character concept I had, part of the winter court. It isn’t a requirement, but often members of the courts embody a specific holiday. (The October Hare, the Flame of Fawkes (though that’s a special case), and the April Fool (last surviving member of the original Spring Court) are all examples. The Wren is an embodiment of Boxing Day, also called Wren Day. They’re the fool of the Winter Court and the king of Wrens, as in, the bird, who themselves are the kings of all birds.*
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.”
“Not without controlling a 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.
“This is surely no weather to travel in… do you wish to find warmth?”
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.”
*oooooooh awesome. Mine is the Blind Emissary, who can see into the souls of people.*
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!
“I’m not parasitic, I’m symbiotic. I can give you extraordinary powers.”
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.
“Ah. I hope you find one. What are you? May I look into your soul?”
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!
“I am the Queen Mother of Starlight, Lady Lacewing- I could kill you in a number of different ways right now. Why shouldn’t I?”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
They cock their head to the side ever so slightly. "O-f... Course. Are y-you t-t-tricking me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I’m not solid enough to be killed by weapons.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
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“I’m a symbiotic being. You can look into my soul, if you’ll be my host.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
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“Answer the question.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“No thank you. I can see your soul already… I do not need permission, I just ask for it to be kind.”
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She shakes her head. “No, of course not-… though, many would try. It’s- for the best that you don’t believe most of what anyone here says.” She pauses, observing him closer. “There is something else making you cold, is there not? It’s not simply the-… winter, is it?”
she casts detect magic.
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.”
“Because I could regenerate before you could kill me,”
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 already do. I draw it from the myriad of curses placed upon me. Debilitating, agonizing curses. My lungs burn every second, filled with carbonated liquid. Sleep is a luxury I can rarely afford even when I can manage it. You wouldn't believe what a terrible choice you can make in this moment." They lean close, cackling quietly. "Wanna try it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He tries without consent. Roll a wisdom saving throw higher than 16.
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.