"Indeed... indeed..." He mutters. He looks through the bundle of beastly beanie babies and removes a white one from the mix. It looks like it might be a breed of fluffy sea slug with long limbs and tiny suede shoes on each of its sixteen feet. They drop the thing to the ground, and it begins walking toward Adeline, a stumbling, drunken gait. "Any aspiring mage, fey, sorcerer, or otherwise, should have a familiar. Keeps us grounded when evil becomes easy and good difficult."
Adeline gasps a bit seeing the stuffed slug begin to inch its way over to her. "Aww, it's so cute! And so fluffy, too." With a noticeable hesitance she sets her in-progress cocoon to the side, crouching down and holding out a hand for the little construct, like how one would let a pet get used to them. "Wait, are you... giving them to me?" She seems nervous asking this, as if worried she's mistaken.
The stuffie puts a foot on her hand.
"Of course. I'm not the type to taunt my students. To..." A growl builds in his throat. "...to grant love, only to tear it away." His breathing is shaky. Goto jams their needle into their thigh with a grunt and creeps forward on all fours, long hands with long nails digging into the snow. "So, what are you going to name it?" He sits down in front of her. "It's important to name your first familiar something close to your heart. They're easier to befriend that way." He coughs into his hand.
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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.
"Indeed... indeed..." He mutters. He looks through the bundle of beastly beanie babies and removes a white one from the mix. It looks like it might be a breed of fluffy sea slug with long limbs and tiny suede shoes on each of its sixteen feet. They drop the thing to the ground, and it begins walking toward Adeline, a stumbling, drunken gait. "Any aspiring mage, fey, sorcerer, or otherwise, should have a familiar. Keeps us grounded when evil becomes easy and good difficult."
Adeline gasps a bit seeing the stuffed slug begin to inch its way over to her. "Aww, it's so cute! And so fluffy, too." With a noticeable hesitance she sets her in-progress cocoon to the side, crouching down and holding out a hand for the little construct, like how one would let a pet get used to them. "Wait, are you... giving them to me?" She seems nervous asking this, as if worried she's mistaken.
The stuffie puts a foot on her hand.
"Of course. I'm not the type to taunt my students. To..." A growl builds in his throat. "...to grant love, only to tear it away." His breathing is shaky. Goto jams their needle into their thigh with a grunt and creeps forward on all fours, long hands with long nails digging into the snow. "So, what are you going to name it?" He sits down in front of her. "It's important to name your first familiar something close to your heart. They're easier to befriend that way." He coughs into his hand.
She smiles a touch wider, looking down at the little stuffed creature as she thinks of a name for it. "...Cinnamon. It was my first pet's name. Thank you so much, Goto..." She trails off, her smile dropping a bit as she hears his labored breaths and worry creeps in. "...Goto, is everything alright?"
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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)
"Of course. I'm not the type to taunt my students. To..." A growl builds in his throat. "...to grant love, only to tear it away." His breathing is shaky. Goto jams their needle into their thigh with a grunt and creeps forward on all fours, long hands with long nails digging into the snow. "So, what are you going to name it?" He sits down in front of her. "It's important to name your first familiar something close to your heart. They're easier to befriend that way." He coughs into his hand.
She smiles a touch wider, looking down at the little stuffed creature as she thinks of a name for it. "...Cinnamon. It was my first pet's name. Thank you so much, Goto..." She trails off, her smile dropping a bit as she hears his labored breaths and worry creeps in. "...Goto, is everything alright?"
The constructs eyes light up with a sudden awareness. She feels a mental, emotional connection to it. A sort of metaphysical tether. She has Named it, and that is as great an honor a creature can give to an object.
The witch king chuckles weakly. "No... but that's just how it is. As a witch, my life is primarily fear and pain, mixed comparatively low amounts with loathing and persecution. Most witches are evil for a reason." He stands up, his arms wheeling for balance for a moment before he enters a slumped position. "I wish I could say everything would be fine... but that would be a lie, and as a teacher, I resent liars. There is trouble brewing. I'd suggest you stay out of it, but I won't leave you uninformed. My visions are as fuzzy as my eyesight these days, but I see fire... I see a future of pain and longing. Of desperate fleeing from the light, the return of man to the water whence he came, the end of plenty. I foresee pain, Adeline. And every glimpse makes it hurt more."
He lets out a choked sob. "And in those visions... you leave me. I see myself, alone. No students, no laughter, no books. I can hardly bear it."
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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.
"Of course. I'm not the type to taunt my students. To..." A growl builds in his throat. "...to grant love, only to tear it away." His breathing is shaky. Goto jams their needle into their thigh with a grunt and creeps forward on all fours, long hands with long nails digging into the snow. "So, what are you going to name it?" He sits down in front of her. "It's important to name your first familiar something close to your heart. They're easier to befriend that way." He coughs into his hand.
She smiles a touch wider, looking down at the little stuffed creature as she thinks of a name for it. "...Cinnamon. It was my first pet's name. Thank you so much, Goto..." She trails off, her smile dropping a bit as she hears his labored breaths and worry creeps in. "...Goto, is everything alright?"
The constructs eyes light up with a sudden awareness. She feels a mental, emotional connection to it. A sort of metaphysical tether. She has Named it, and that is as great an honor a creature can give to an object.
The witch king chuckles weakly. "No... but that's just how it is. As a witch, my life is primarily fear and pain, mixed comparatively low amounts with loathing and persecution. Most witches are evil for a reason." He stands up, his arms wheeling for balance for a moment before he enters a slumped position. "I wish I could say everything would be fine... but that would be a lie, and as a teacher, I resent liars. There is trouble brewing. I'd suggest you stay out of it, but I won't leave you uninformed. My visions are as fuzzy as my eyesight these days, but I see fire... I see a future of pain and longing. Of desperate fleeing from the light, the return of man to the water whence he came, the end of plenty. I foresee pain, Adeline. And every glimpse makes it hurt more."
He lets out a choked sob. "And in those visions... you leave me. I see myself, alone. No students, no laughter, no books. I can hardly bear it."
*Thank you for your patience*
The nascent moth picks up her new Familiar, gently holding the creature as she listens to Goto's warnings. "I... I'm so sorry- that sounds truly awful. If there was some way I could help, I absolutely would, but..." She pauses for a moment, thinking. She can't help but panic after hearing what he has foretold... but at the same time, it makes some part of her angry. It makes her want to scream. If it's destined that this disaster, whatever it is, will leave them alone and suffering...
"...Hey. I don't know if what's in your visions can be avoided or not, but either way, I'm going to do my utmost best not to leave anyone behind. Not Mother Moth, not you, not anyone. I'm not going to abandon a friend when it matters most, even if I have to break my fate with my bare hands to do it... or at least, I'll try my best."
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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)
The constructs eyes light up with a sudden awareness. She feels a mental, emotional connection to it. A sort of metaphysical tether. She has Named it, and that is as great an honor a creature can give to an object.
The witch king chuckles weakly. "No... but that's just how it is. As a witch, my life is primarily fear and pain, mixed comparatively low amounts with loathing and persecution. Most witches are evil for a reason." He stands up, his arms wheeling for balance for a moment before he enters a slumped position. "I wish I could say everything would be fine... but that would be a lie, and as a teacher, I resent liars. There is trouble brewing. I'd suggest you stay out of it, but I won't leave you uninformed. My visions are as fuzzy as my eyesight these days, but I see fire... I see a future of pain and longing. Of desperate fleeing from the light, the return of man to the water whence he came, the end of plenty. I foresee pain, Adeline. And every glimpse makes it hurt more."
He lets out a choked sob. "And in those visions... you leave me. I see myself, alone. No students, no laughter, no books. I can hardly bear it."
*Thank you for your patience*
The nascent moth picks up her new Familiar, gently holding the creature as she listens to Goto's warnings. "I... I'm so sorry- that sounds truly awful. If there was some way I could help, I absolutely would, but..." She pauses for a moment, thinking. She can't help but panic after hearing what he has foretold... but at the same time, it makes some part of her angry. It makes her want to scream. If it's destined that this disaster, whatever it is, will leave them alone and suffering...
"...Hey. I don't know if what's in your visions can be avoided or not, but either way, I'm going to do my utmost best not to leave anyone behind. Not Mother Moth, not you, not anyone. I'm not going to abandon a friend when it matters most, even if I have to break my fate with my bare hands to do it... or at least, I'll try my best."
His red eyes shine faintly, like drops of wet blood on black velvet. "You... are a foolish girl. Bravery is a virtue, but to ask this of you is cruelty. I know the cause of this event, but I see no way for you to prevent it. I dare not tell you. Even if you knew you'd fail, you'd try." His breathing becomes heavy, like a rusted machine, part rasping against degraded part. With each breath, the light grows in intensity.
"It would burn your soul." He stabs a finger at her chest. "Fry your mind!" He jabs a talon at her head. "I couldn't live with that. You are still learning. A growing thing."
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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 Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO. The best name for the mad gibber
The constructs eyes light up with a sudden awareness. She feels a mental, emotional connection to it. A sort of metaphysical tether. She has Named it, and that is as great an honor a creature can give to an object.
The witch king chuckles weakly. "No... but that's just how it is. As a witch, my life is primarily fear and pain, mixed comparatively low amounts with loathing and persecution. Most witches are evil for a reason." He stands up, his arms wheeling for balance for a moment before he enters a slumped position. "I wish I could say everything would be fine... but that would be a lie, and as a teacher, I resent liars. There is trouble brewing. I'd suggest you stay out of it, but I won't leave you uninformed. My visions are as fuzzy as my eyesight these days, but I see fire... I see a future of pain and longing. Of desperate fleeing from the light, the return of man to the water whence he came, the end of plenty. I foresee pain, Adeline. And every glimpse makes it hurt more."
He lets out a choked sob. "And in those visions... you leave me. I see myself, alone. No students, no laughter, no books. I can hardly bear it."
*Thank you for your patience*
The nascent moth picks up her new Familiar, gently holding the creature as she listens to Goto's warnings. "I... I'm so sorry- that sounds truly awful. If there was some way I could help, I absolutely would, but..." She pauses for a moment, thinking. She can't help but panic after hearing what he has foretold... but at the same time, it makes some part of her angry. It makes her want to scream. If it's destined that this disaster, whatever it is, will leave them alone and suffering...
"...Hey. I don't know if what's in your visions can be avoided or not, but either way, I'm going to do my utmost best not to leave anyone behind. Not Mother Moth, not you, not anyone. I'm not going to abandon a friend when it matters most, even if I have to break my fate with my bare hands to do it... or at least, I'll try my best."
His red eyes shine faintly, like drops of wet blood on black velvet. "You... are a foolish girl. Bravery is a virtue, but to ask this of you is cruelty. I know the cause of this event, but I see no way for you to prevent it. I dare not tell you. Even if you knew you'd fail, you'd try." His breathing becomes heavy, like a rusted machine, part rasping against degraded part. With each breath, the light grows in intensity.
"It would burn your soul." He stabs a finger at her chest. "Fry your mind!" He jabs a talon at her head. "I couldn't live with that. You are still learning. A growing thing."
She is silent for a while, thinking quietly. She gets up from where she was kneeling in the snow, and sits a bit closer to the Witch King. She holds Cinnamon close, petting them gently, tears welling in her eyes. "...Alright... then I guess we all just have to make the best of the time we have before then, right?" She tries to muster a smile.
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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)
His red eyes shine faintly, like drops of wet blood on black velvet. "You... are a foolish girl. Bravery is a virtue, but to ask this of you is cruelty. I know the cause of this event, but I see no way for you to prevent it. I dare not tell you. Even if you knew you'd fail, you'd try." His breathing becomes heavy, like a rusted machine, part rasping against degraded part. With each breath, the light grows in intensity.
"It would burn your soul." He stabs a finger at her chest. "Fry your mind!" He jabs a talon at her head. "I couldn't live with that. You are still learning. A growing thing."
She is silent for a while, thinking quietly. She gets up from where she was kneeling in the snow, and sits a bit closer to the Witch King. She holds Cinnamon close, petting them gently, tears welling in her eyes. "...Alright... then I guess we all just have to make the best of the time we have before then, right?" She tries to muster a smile.
He freezes in place before slowly, solemnly nodding. "There is a possibility... that Autumn will return. But frustratingly, I can't see how. When I look, all I see is a dying ember, golden and divine. Ravenous and mad." He bows his head.
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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.
His red eyes shine faintly, like drops of wet blood on black velvet. "You... are a foolish girl. Bravery is a virtue, but to ask this of you is cruelty. I know the cause of this event, but I see no way for you to prevent it. I dare not tell you. Even if you knew you'd fail, you'd try." His breathing becomes heavy, like a rusted machine, part rasping against degraded part. With each breath, the light grows in intensity.
"It would burn your soul." He stabs a finger at her chest. "Fry your mind!" He jabs a talon at her head. "I couldn't live with that. You are still learning. A growing thing."
She is silent for a while, thinking quietly. She gets up from where she was kneeling in the snow, and sits a bit closer to the Witch King. She holds Cinnamon close, petting them gently, tears welling in her eyes. "...Alright... then I guess we all just have to make the best of the time we have before then, right?" She tries to muster a smile.
He freezes in place before slowly, solemnly nodding. "There is a possibility... that Autumn will return. But frustratingly, I can't see how. When I look, all I see is a dying ember, golden and divine. Ravenous and mad." He bows his head.
"...I might have an idea of what that might be." Adeline opens her journal and flips to a page from about a week ago. "I heard from the spiders that there's something eating its way through the realm. Burning bright, burning gold... burning up everything it touches. I don't know much more than that, but it might be the thing from your visions...?" She doesn't sound too confident in her hypothesis.
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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 freezes in place before slowly, solemnly nodding. "There is a possibility... that Autumn will return. But frustratingly, I can't see how. When I look, all I see is a dying ember, golden and divine. Ravenous and mad." He bows his head.
"...I might have an idea of what that might be." Adeline opens her journal and flips to a page from about a week ago. "I heard from the spiders that there's something eating its way through the realm. Burning bright, burning gold... burning up everything it touches. I don't know much more than that, but it might be the thing from your visions...?" She doesn't sound too confident in her hypothesis.
He shivers. "That's what I was afraid of..."
He doesn't continue. He walks back to the fire, sits down, and slumps over.
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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.
He freezes in place before slowly, solemnly nodding. "There is a possibility... that Autumn will return. But frustratingly, I can't see how. When I look, all I see is a dying ember, golden and divine. Ravenous and mad." He bows his head.
"...I might have an idea of what that might be." Adeline opens her journal and flips to a page from about a week ago. "I heard from the spiders that there's something eating its way through the realm. Burning bright, burning gold... burning up everything it touches. I don't know much more than that, but it might be the thing from your visions...?" She doesn't sound too confident in her hypothesis.
He shivers. "That's what I was afraid of..."
He doesn't continue. He walks back to the fire, sits down, and slumps over.
The honorary moth moves over to sit beside the fire as well, a solemn expression on her face. She wants to console Goto, reassure him that autumn will return... but she doesn't know that for certain. She simply sits nearby, watching the campfire in silence.
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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)
*Seems like a good place to end it. Wanna start a new RP?*
*Sure, sounds fun! What character(s) would you like?*
*Give me... the Crooked Ghoul.*
Felix sits at the Starshredder. The snow around it seems to have melted, but not from heat.
*One god-devouring ghoul, coming right up!*
The death angel of gluttony is walking back to the Starshredder after another intel-gathering excursion. As soon as it sees Felix, it freeze for a few seconds, surprise and anxiety momentarily rooting it in place.
"Welcome back, Felix- I missed you. How have you been?" It starts, approaching him at a casual pace.
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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)
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.
Felix sits at the Starshredder. The snow around it seems to have melted, but not from heat.
*One god-devouring ghoul, coming right up!*
The death angel of gluttony is walking back to the Starshredder after another intel-gathering excursion. As soon as it sees Felix, it freeze for a few seconds, surprise and anxiety momentarily rooting it in place.
"Welcome back, Felix- I missed you. How have you been?" It starts, approaching him at a casual pace.
"I've been quite... bad." He looks directly at it, a cleaver in his paws. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
As soon as it touches the melted space, it takes 1 force damage from the black salt on the ground. It extends about 20ft away from the ship.
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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 stuffie puts a foot on her hand.
"Of course. I'm not the type to taunt my students. To..." A growl builds in his throat. "...to grant love, only to tear it away." His breathing is shaky. Goto jams their needle into their thigh with a grunt and creeps forward on all fours, long hands with long nails digging into the snow. "So, what are you going to name it?" He sits down in front of her. "It's important to name your first familiar something close to your heart. They're easier to befriend that way." He coughs into his hand.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Gonna cook dinner, I'll be back soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She smiles a touch wider, looking down at the little stuffed creature as she thinks of a name for it. "...Cinnamon. It was my first pet's name. Thank you so much, Goto..." She trails off, her smile dropping a bit as she hears his labored breaths and worry creeps in. "...Goto, is everything alright?"
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)
*Alrighty- I shall wait for thee! Have a good dinner!*
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 constructs eyes light up with a sudden awareness. She feels a mental, emotional connection to it. A sort of metaphysical tether. She has Named it, and that is as great an honor a creature can give to an object.
The witch king chuckles weakly. "No... but that's just how it is. As a witch, my life is primarily fear and pain, mixed comparatively low amounts with loathing and persecution. Most witches are evil for a reason." He stands up, his arms wheeling for balance for a moment before he enters a slumped position. "I wish I could say everything would be fine... but that would be a lie, and as a teacher, I resent liars. There is trouble brewing. I'd suggest you stay out of it, but I won't leave you uninformed. My visions are as fuzzy as my eyesight these days, but I see fire... I see a future of pain and longing. Of desperate fleeing from the light, the return of man to the water whence he came, the end of plenty. I foresee pain, Adeline. And every glimpse makes it hurt more."
He lets out a choked sob. "And in those visions... you leave me. I see myself, alone. No students, no laughter, no books. I can hardly bear it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thank you for your patience*
The nascent moth picks up her new Familiar, gently holding the creature as she listens to Goto's warnings. "I... I'm so sorry- that sounds truly awful. If there was some way I could help, I absolutely would, but..." She pauses for a moment, thinking. She can't help but panic after hearing what he has foretold... but at the same time, it makes some part of her angry. It makes her want to scream. If it's destined that this disaster, whatever it is, will leave them alone and suffering...
"...Hey. I don't know if what's in your visions can be avoided or not, but either way, I'm going to do my utmost best not to leave anyone behind. Not Mother Moth, not you, not anyone. I'm not going to abandon a friend when it matters most, even if I have to break my fate with my bare hands to do it... or at least, I'll try my best."
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)
His red eyes shine faintly, like drops of wet blood on black velvet. "You... are a foolish girl. Bravery is a virtue, but to ask this of you is cruelty. I know the cause of this event, but I see no way for you to prevent it. I dare not tell you. Even if you knew you'd fail, you'd try." His breathing becomes heavy, like a rusted machine, part rasping against degraded part. With each breath, the light grows in intensity.
"It would burn your soul." He stabs a finger at her chest. "Fry your mind!" He jabs a talon at her head. "I couldn't live with that. You are still learning. A growing thing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*HELLO*
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne
See my homebrew spells, monsters, and this thread
part of the cult of science, and the Cult of the Nothic, and plays on Tenbrae Sine Fine
Please help us!!! (Link) Nickname is Colton. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
The best name for the mad gibber
She is silent for a while, thinking quietly. She gets up from where she was kneeling in the snow, and sits a bit closer to the Witch King. She holds Cinnamon close, petting them gently, tears welling in her eyes. "...Alright... then I guess we all just have to make the best of the time we have before then, right?" She tries to muster a smile.
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 freezes in place before slowly, solemnly nodding. "There is a possibility... that Autumn will return. But frustratingly, I can't see how. When I look, all I see is a dying ember, golden and divine. Ravenous and mad." He bows his head.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"...I might have an idea of what that might be." Adeline opens her journal and flips to a page from about a week ago. "I heard from the spiders that there's something eating its way through the realm. Burning bright, burning gold... burning up everything it touches. I don't know much more than that, but it might be the thing from your visions...?" She doesn't sound too confident in her hypothesis.
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 shivers. "That's what I was afraid of..."
He doesn't continue. He walks back to the fire, sits down, and slumps over.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The honorary moth moves over to sit beside the fire as well, a solemn expression on her face. She wants to console Goto, reassure him that autumn will return... but she doesn't know that for certain. She simply sits nearby, watching the campfire in silence.
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)
*Seems like a good place to end it. Wanna start a new RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sure, sounds fun! What character(s) would you 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)
*Give me... the Crooked Ghoul.*
Felix sits at the Starshredder. The snow around it seems to have melted, but not from heat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*One god-devouring ghoul, coming right up!*
The death angel of gluttony is walking back to the Starshredder after another intel-gathering excursion. As soon as it sees Felix, it freeze for a few seconds, surprise and anxiety momentarily rooting it in place.
"Welcome back, Felix- I missed you. How have you been?" It starts, approaching him at a casual pace.
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)
*hello! Guess what my sibling did yesterday. It was not thought through very well.*
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've been quite... bad." He looks directly at it, a cleaver in his paws. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
As soon as it touches the melted space, it takes 1 force damage from the black salt on the ground. It extends about 20ft away from the ship.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Did they marry a marshmallow?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.