*Who are your characters? Is it just the emissaries? If it is, you can just pick one at random, since they seem pretty similar.*
*the emissarys(worms and bones), that one cultist you killed(they got better), and another cultist*
*I still can't really make an informed decision since I don't know any of these characters at all.*
*worms is a pretentious sassy d*ck made of worms, bones is sort of the rotman's hitman, the skeleton cultist, IDK what to do with them, and the other one, Noire is basically a regular person with a fun, sad backstory*
*I think Noire sounds like the most fun*
Noire is wandering the woods. their hood is down, and you can see they're missing an eye. there are mushrooms growing out of the socket
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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Typhon is sleeping on the workbench, stuffed with barbecued Elder Evil. Outside, the burnt provider of said barbecue is grinding some adventurers into paste so Helianth doesn't have to be distracted by their assault.
She hears the uneven breathing of a small, sleeping creature hidden in the silk.
*Thank you for your patience*
Helianth makes sure to work quietly as to not wake Typhon, one of its flower heads watching out the window as Salt butchers the intrepid heroes. After a while, its modifications are complete, and it heads outside to test its newly-upgraded weapon. The last member of the adventuring party, wounded and low on spell slots, looks at the two in horror, starting to flee. "May I?" Helianth asks Salt, gesturing to the retreating adventurer.
Adeline stops her work, unsure what the sound is, and curiously looks over to investigate. She is especially careful not to disturb the sleeping creature or any of the moth cocoons or spiders that lurk here.
He nods. "Of course, friend." He flexes one hand, raising it to his side as the bones crackle, before dashing in at a wide angle to grab the wizard by the back of the neck. Looks like he's not just tough, but fast too. "Fire away." He lifts them up as they kick and squirm.
It's a strugel with a chef's hat and white gloves, neither of which are in good condition. They wear an old, moth-eaten gray-green boiler suit with a dirt-and-silk-covered name tag. The only discernible word is 'Salt.'
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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.
Typhon is sleeping on the workbench, stuffed with barbecued Elder Evil. Outside, the burnt provider of said barbecue is grinding some adventurers into paste so Helianth doesn't have to be distracted by their assault.
She hears the uneven breathing of a small, sleeping creature hidden in the silk.
*Thank you for your patience*
Helianth makes sure to work quietly as to not wake Typhon, one of its flower heads watching out the window as Salt butchers the intrepid heroes. After a while, its modifications are complete, and it heads outside to test its newly-upgraded weapon. The last member of the adventuring party, wounded and low on spell slots, looks at the two in horror, starting to flee. "May I?" Helianth asks Salt, gesturing to the retreating adventurer.
Adeline stops her work, unsure what the sound is, and curiously looks over to investigate. She is especially careful not to disturb the sleeping creature or any of the moth cocoons or spiders that lurk here.
He nods. "Of course, friend." He flexes one hand, raising it to his side as the bones crackle, before dashing in at a wide angle to grab the wizard by the back of the neck. Looks like he's not just tough, but fast too. "Fire away." He lifts them up as they kick and squirm.
It's a strugel with a chef's hat and white gloves, neither of which are in good condition. They wear an old, moth-eaten gray-green boiler suit with a dirt-and-silk-covered name tag. The only discernible word is 'Salt.'
"Thank you." It shifts its stance slightly, takes a second to aim, and tests the weapon. Within less than a second, all that he is holding in his hand is ash, which crumples to the ground like the rest of the pile of cinders that was once a wizard. In a straight line between the target and Helianth, and continuing a ways past Salt, the grass has been entirely burned as well. "That went rather well, I think. I could make it focus the beam a bit more, but it's more than effective as is."
Adeline's eyes widen a bit at the realization that someone is already stuck in the webbing. "Are you... okay?" She nervously asks, not sure why or how they got there, worried for just a moment that she stumbled across her mother's lunch, though she quickly dismisses that thought.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Noire is wandering the woods. their hood is down, and you can see they're missing an eye. there are mushrooms growing out of the socket
Typhon, a stout stoat-man with a quilted cloak and robes, is evidently having a picnic by himself. He has tea and a tiny griddle, upon which he makes reuben sandwiches. He seems to have more than enough ingredients for himself.
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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.
Noire is wandering the woods. their hood is down, and you can see they're missing an eye. there are mushrooms growing out of the socket
Typhon, a stout stoat-man with a quilted cloak and robes, is evidently having a picnic by himself. He has tea and a tiny griddle, upon which he makes reuben sandwiches. He seems to have more than enough ingredients for himself.
".....hi?" they put their hood back up, trying to hide their eye*
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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He nods. "Of course, friend." He flexes one hand, raising it to his side as the bones crackle, before dashing in at a wide angle to grab the wizard by the back of the neck. Looks like he's not just tough, but fast too. "Fire away." He lifts them up as they kick and squirm.
It's a strugel with a chef's hat and white gloves, neither of which are in good condition. They wear an old, moth-eaten gray-green boiler suit with a dirt-and-silk-covered name tag. The only discernible word is 'Salt.'
"Thank you." It shifts its stance slightly, takes a second to aim, and tests the weapon. Within less than a second, all that he is holding in his hand is ash, which crumples to the ground like the rest of the pile of cinders that was once a wizard. In a straight line between the target and Helianth, and continuing a ways past Salt, the grass has been entirely burned as well. "That went rather well, I think. I could make it focus the beam a bit more, but it's more than effective as is."
Adeline's eyes widen a bit at the realization that someone is already stuck in the webbing. "Are you... okay?" She nervously asks, not sure why or how they got there, worried for just a moment that she stumbled across her mother's lunch, though she quickly dismisses that thought.
"Superb. Now the only aspect to worry about is human error." He brushes the flames off his clothes. "How have you been doing, by the way? I haven't checked up on you in a hot minute."
She hears a telepathic voice, a bit muffled and staticy. "Who's... there?" The fluffy critter rolls slightly.
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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.
Typhon, a stout stoat-man with a quilted cloak and robes, is evidently having a picnic by himself. He has tea and a tiny griddle, upon which he makes reuben sandwiches. He seems to have more than enough ingredients for himself.
".....hi?" they put their hood back up, trying to hide their eye*
The Strugel looks up. "Hoi. Wanna join me?" He pulls another chipped teacup out of his handmade basket. The cultist notices a holy symbol around the little man's neck, resembling a crossed fork and knife with a little halo around 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.
Typhon, a stout stoat-man with a quilted cloak and robes, is evidently having a picnic by himself. He has tea and a tiny griddle, upon which he makes reuben sandwiches. He seems to have more than enough ingredients for himself.
".....hi?" they put their hood back up, trying to hide their eye*
The Strugel looks up. "Hoi. Wanna join me?" He pulls another chipped teacup out of his handmade basket. The cultist notices a holy symbol around the little man's neck, resembling a crossed fork and knife with a little halo around it.
".... sure" they sit across from him, taking the cup. "I'm Noire"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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He nods. "Of course, friend." He flexes one hand, raising it to his side as the bones crackle, before dashing in at a wide angle to grab the wizard by the back of the neck. Looks like he's not just tough, but fast too. "Fire away." He lifts them up as they kick and squirm.
It's a strugel with a chef's hat and white gloves, neither of which are in good condition. They wear an old, moth-eaten gray-green boiler suit with a dirt-and-silk-covered name tag. The only discernible word is 'Salt.'
"Thank you." It shifts its stance slightly, takes a second to aim, and tests the weapon. Within less than a second, all that he is holding in his hand is ash, which crumples to the ground like the rest of the pile of cinders that was once a wizard. In a straight line between the target and Helianth, and continuing a ways past Salt, the grass has been entirely burned as well. "That went rather well, I think. I could make it focus the beam a bit more, but it's more than effective as is."
Adeline's eyes widen a bit at the realization that someone is already stuck in the webbing. "Are you... okay?" She nervously asks, not sure why or how they got there, worried for just a moment that she stumbled across her mother's lunch, though she quickly dismisses that thought.
"Superb. Now the only aspect to worry about is human error." He brushes the flames off his clothes. "How have you been doing, by the way? I haven't checked up on you in a hot minute."
She hears a telepathic voice, a bit muffled and staticy. "Who's... there?" The fluffy critter rolls slightly.
"I've been alright as of late- fending off the hunger, working on my plans, the usual. Thank you for taking care of those nuisances- and helping me with target practice." It stows the star-fueled firearm in its coiled stem before walking over to beside him. "How have you been?"
Her antennae twitch impulsively at the telepathic signal, and she responds in kind. "I'm Adeline- I live here. Who are you?"
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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 Strugel looks up. "Hoi. Wanna join me?" He pulls another chipped teacup out of his handmade basket. The cultist notices a holy symbol around the little man's neck, resembling a crossed fork and knife with a little halo around it.
".... sure" they sit across from him, taking the cup. "I'm Noire"
He pours Noire some tea. "I'm Typhon. So, what brings you all the way out here?"
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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 Strugel looks up. "Hoi. Wanna join me?" He pulls another chipped teacup out of his handmade basket. The cultist notices a holy symbol around the little man's neck, resembling a crossed fork and knife with a little halo around it.
".... sure" they sit across from him, taking the cup. "I'm Noire"
He pours Noire some tea. "I'm Typhon. So, what brings you all the way out here?"
"He is here. or near here at least" they take a sip of tea. "this is excellent"
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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"Superb. Now the only aspect to worry about is human error." He brushes the flames off his clothes. "How have you been doing, by the way? I haven't checked up on you in a hot minute."
She hears a telepathic voice, a bit muffled and staticy. "Who's... there?" The fluffy critter rolls slightly.
"I've been alright as of late- fending off the hunger, working on my plans, the usual. Thank you for taking care of those nuisances- and helping me with target practice." It stows the star-fueled firearm in its coiled stem before walking over to beside him. "How have you been?"
Her antennae twitch impulsively at the telepathic signal, and she responds in kind. "I'm Adeline- I live here. Who are you?"
"Tired, for some reason. It's strange, since I don't really sleep. I typically meditate instead, and that usually does the trick." He sits down on the burnt grass. "It's like something is draining me. And I'm pretty sure it's not Ragnorra."
"I think... my name was Carnival... Saltdark..." The walls rumble slightly with their utterances. They seem to be stirring more and more in their sleep. "They're... hurting... me..."
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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 pours Noire some tea. "I'm Typhon. So, what brings you all the way out here?"
"He is here. or near here at least" they take a sip of tea. "this is excellent"
"Thank you. I make it myself, but the herbs have been difficult to find lately." He passes over a sandwich. "So, are you a person of faith as well?"
"ostensibly. I'm no zealot, but I practice"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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"Thank you. I make it myself, but the herbs have been difficult to find lately." He passes over a sandwich. "So, are you a person of faith as well?"
"ostensibly. I'm no zealot, but I practice"
"Casual religion isn't... I'm sorry, I shouldn't judge others. I have a unique and biased perspective, and just because it doesn't match yours doesn't mean I'm necessarily right." He rolls onto his side. "As far as I'm aware, I'm the only zealot left in these woods."
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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.
"Thank you. I make it myself, but the herbs have been difficult to find lately." He passes over a sandwich. "So, are you a person of faith as well?"
"ostensibly. I'm no zealot, but I practice"
"Casual religion isn't... I'm sorry, I shouldn't judge others. I have a unique and biased perspective, and just because it doesn't match yours doesn't mean I'm necessarily right." He rolls onto his side. "As far as I'm aware, I'm the only zealot left in these woods."
"left? did the others die?"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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"Superb. Now the only aspect to worry about is human error." He brushes the flames off his clothes. "How have you been doing, by the way? I haven't checked up on you in a hot minute."
She hears a telepathic voice, a bit muffled and staticy. "Who's... there?" The fluffy critter rolls slightly.
"I've been alright as of late- fending off the hunger, working on my plans, the usual. Thank you for taking care of those nuisances- and helping me with target practice." It stows the star-fueled firearm in its coiled stem before walking over to beside him. "How have you been?"
Her antennae twitch impulsively at the telepathic signal, and she responds in kind. "I'm Adeline- I live here. Who are you?"
"Tired, for some reason. It's strange, since I don't really sleep. I typically meditate instead, and that usually does the trick." He sits down on the burnt grass. "It's like something is draining me. And I'm pretty sure it's not Ragnorra."
"I think... my name was Carnival... Saltdark..." The walls rumble slightly with their utterances. They seem to be stirring more and more in their sleep. "They're... hurting... me..."
"I see... well, a lack of energy is exactly the problem we're trying to solve, so hopefully you'll get your energy back soon." It roots into the soil nearby, watching the artificial sun.
"Who's hurting you? Do you need my help?" She grows truly panicked when the walls rumble, worried for the slumbering moths' safety.
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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)
"Casual religion isn't... I'm sorry, I shouldn't judge others. I have a unique and biased perspective, and just because it doesn't match yours doesn't mean I'm necessarily right." He rolls onto his side. "As far as I'm aware, I'm the only zealot left in these woods."
"left? did the others die?"
"I'm not sure. I haven't seen anyone who wanted to persecute me in about three months, but there could be a myriad of reasons. Maybe they just found more comfortable places to stay."
He stretches out, splaying his limbs over the quilt.
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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.
"Tired, for some reason. It's strange, since I don't really sleep. I typically meditate instead, and that usually does the trick." He sits down on the burnt grass. "It's like something is draining me. And I'm pretty sure it's not Ragnorra."
"I think... my name was Carnival... Saltdark..." The walls rumble slightly with their utterances. They seem to be stirring more and more in their sleep. "They're... hurting... me..."
"I see... well, a lack of energy is exactly the problem we're trying to solve, so hopefully you'll get your energy back soon." It roots into the soil nearby, watching the artificial sun.
"Who's hurting you? Do you need my help?" She grows truly panicked when the walls rumble, worried for the slumbering moths' safety.
He nods. "I don't have any projects other than keeping you from going on a rampage, so it's not that big of a deal right now."
The critter paws at something that doesn't seem to be there before grabbing Adeline's ankle and pulling it close, nearly tripping her. They calm slightly. "I don't want to wake up... they hate me... they pick at my skull..."
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Noire is wandering the woods. their hood is down, and you can see they're missing an eye. there are mushrooms growing out of the socket
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
He nods. "Of course, friend." He flexes one hand, raising it to his side as the bones crackle, before dashing in at a wide angle to grab the wizard by the back of the neck. Looks like he's not just tough, but fast too. "Fire away." He lifts them up as they kick and squirm.
It's a strugel with a chef's hat and white gloves, neither of which are in good condition. They wear an old, moth-eaten gray-green boiler suit with a dirt-and-silk-covered name tag. The only discernible word is 'Salt.'
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." It shifts its stance slightly, takes a second to aim, and tests the weapon. Within less than a second, all that he is holding in his hand is ash, which crumples to the ground like the rest of the pile of cinders that was once a wizard. In a straight line between the target and Helianth, and continuing a ways past Salt, the grass has been entirely burned as well. "That went rather well, I think. I could make it focus the beam a bit more, but it's more than effective as is."
Adeline's eyes widen a bit at the realization that someone is already stuck in the webbing. "Are you... okay?" She nervously asks, not sure why or how they got there, worried for just a moment that she stumbled across her mother's lunch, though she quickly dismisses that thought.
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)
Typhon, a stout stoat-man with a quilted cloak and robes, is evidently having a picnic by himself. He has tea and a tiny griddle, upon which he makes reuben sandwiches. He seems to have more than enough ingredients for himself.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
".....hi?" they put their hood back up, trying to hide their eye*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"Superb. Now the only aspect to worry about is human error." He brushes the flames off his clothes. "How have you been doing, by the way? I haven't checked up on you in a hot minute."
She hears a telepathic voice, a bit muffled and staticy. "Who's... there?" The fluffy critter rolls slightly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Strugel looks up. "Hoi. Wanna join me?" He pulls another chipped teacup out of his handmade basket. The cultist notices a holy symbol around the little man's neck, resembling a crossed fork and knife with a little halo around it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Apologies for the delay*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
".... sure" they sit across from him, taking the cup. "I'm Noire"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"I've been alright as of late- fending off the hunger, working on my plans, the usual. Thank you for taking care of those nuisances- and helping me with target practice." It stows the star-fueled firearm in its coiled stem before walking over to beside him. "How have you been?"
Her antennae twitch impulsively at the telepathic signal, and she responds in kind. "I'm Adeline- I live here. Who are you?"
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 pours Noire some tea. "I'm Typhon. So, what brings you all the way out here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"He is here. or near here at least" they take a sip of tea. "this is excellent"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"Tired, for some reason. It's strange, since I don't really sleep. I typically meditate instead, and that usually does the trick." He sits down on the burnt grass. "It's like something is draining me. And I'm pretty sure it's not Ragnorra."
"I think... my name was Carnival... Saltdark..." The walls rumble slightly with their utterances. They seem to be stirring more and more in their sleep. "They're... hurting... me..."
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. I make it myself, but the herbs have been difficult to find lately." He passes over a sandwich. "So, are you a person of faith as well?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"ostensibly. I'm no zealot, but I practice"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"Casual religion isn't... I'm sorry, I shouldn't judge others. I have a unique and biased perspective, and just because it doesn't match yours doesn't mean I'm necessarily right." He rolls onto his side. "As far as I'm aware, I'm the only zealot left in these woods."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"left? did the others die?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"I see... well, a lack of energy is exactly the problem we're trying to solve, so hopefully you'll get your energy back soon." It roots into the soil nearby, watching the artificial sun.
"Who's hurting you? Do you need my help?" She grows truly panicked when the walls rumble, worried for the slumbering moths' safety.
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 haven't seen anyone who wanted to persecute me in about three months, but there could be a myriad of reasons. Maybe they just found more comfortable places to stay."
He stretches out, splaying his limbs over the quilt.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods. "I don't have any projects other than keeping you from going on a rampage, so it's not that big of a deal right now."
The critter paws at something that doesn't seem to be there before grabbing Adeline's ankle and pulling it close, nearly tripping her. They calm slightly. "I don't want to wake up... they hate me... they pick at my skull..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.