Sitting by a tree at the top of a hill is a hooded, masked figure. What looks like a basic rifle lies by his side. He watches the sunset, seemingly waiting for nightfall.
You see a man in a tweed suit trudging up the hill. A purple scarf is tied tight around his neck and a small sparrow flits about him in the air.
The man glances down. "Declare your intent before advancing further." He says, his voice is metallic but clean.
He stops and adjusts his glasses. The bird flaps away around the hill. “Ponder wander.” He says matter of factly.
Sitting by a tree at the top of a hill is a hooded, masked figure. What looks like a basic rifle lies by his side. He watches the sunset, seemingly waiting for nightfall.
You see a man in a tweed suit trudging up the hill. A purple scarf is tied tight around his neck and a small sparrow flits about him in the air.
The man glances down. "Declare your intent before advancing further." He says, his voice is metallic but clean.
He stops and adjusts his glasses. The bird flaps away around the hill. “Ponder wander.” He says matter of factly.
"That is not a term I recognize. Please restate." The man who sounds very much like a robot reaches for his rifle.
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My Hero Academia weeb, and proud of it.
Jeff main in Marvel Rivals. Terrible at competitive gaming.
All around I'm a mess made up of original characters, game lore, and the remnants of the worlds I never finished. In other words, I'm slightly off my rocker.
Sitting by a tree at the top of a hill is a hooded, masked figure. What looks like a basic rifle lies by his side. He watches the sunset, seemingly waiting for nightfall.
You see a man in a tweed suit trudging up the hill. A purple scarf is tied tight around his neck and a small sparrow flits about him in the air.
The man glances down. "Declare your intent before advancing further." He says, his voice is metallic but clean.
He stops and adjusts his glasses. The bird flaps away around the hill. “Ponder wander.” He says matter of factly.
"That is not a term I recognize. Please restate." The man who sounds very much like a robot reaches for his rifle.
Sitting by a tree at the top of a hill is a hooded, masked figure. What looks like a basic rifle lies by his side. He watches the sunset, seemingly waiting for nightfall.
You see a man in a tweed suit trudging up the hill. A purple scarf is tied tight around his neck and a small sparrow flits about him in the air.
The man glances down. "Declare your intent before advancing further." He says, his voice is metallic but clean.
He stops and adjusts his glasses. The bird flaps away around the hill. “Ponder wander.” He says matter of factly.
"That is not a term I recognize. Please restate." The man who sounds very much like a robot reaches for his rifle.
He sighs, “A think slink. May I continue?”
"I still do not understand the terms you are using. Please restate. You have 2 more chances." He loads the rifle, slowly and methodically.
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My Hero Academia weeb, and proud of it.
Jeff main in Marvel Rivals. Terrible at competitive gaming.
All around I'm a mess made up of original characters, game lore, and the remnants of the worlds I never finished. In other words, I'm slightly off my rocker.
Sitting by a tree at the top of a hill is a hooded, masked figure. What looks like a basic rifle lies by his side. He watches the sunset, seemingly waiting for nightfall.
You see a man in a tweed suit trudging up the hill. A purple scarf is tied tight around his neck and a small sparrow flits about him in the air.
The man glances down. "Declare your intent before advancing further." He says, his voice is metallic but clean.
He stops and adjusts his glasses. The bird flaps away around the hill. “Ponder wander.” He says matter of factly.
"That is not a term I recognize. Please restate." The man who sounds very much like a robot reaches for his rifle.
He sighs, “A think slink. May I continue?”
"I still do not understand the terms you are using. Please restate. You have 2 more chances." He loads the rifle, slowly and methodically.
“A ponder wander. A good stroll can loosen the sedimentary thoughts that encrust the inner orifices of the mind, thus generating thinkings and ideas both old and new.”
Sitting by a tree at the top of a hill is a hooded, masked figure. What looks like a basic rifle lies by his side. He watches the sunset, seemingly waiting for nightfall.
You see a man in a tweed suit trudging up the hill. A purple scarf is tied tight around his neck and a small sparrow flits about him in the air.
The man glances down. "Declare your intent before advancing further." He says, his voice is metallic but clean.
He stops and adjusts his glasses. The bird flaps away around the hill. “Ponder wander.” He says matter of factly.
"That is not a term I recognize. Please restate." The man who sounds very much like a robot reaches for his rifle.
He sighs, “A think slink. May I continue?”
"I still do not understand the terms you are using. Please restate. You have 2 more chances." He loads the rifle, slowly and methodically.
“A ponder wander. A good stroll can loosen the sedimentary thoughts that encrust the inner orifices of the mind, thus generating thinkings and ideas both old and new.”
"You speak in strange ways, human. But I now believe that I get the meaning of what you are babbling about." He glances at the horizon. "Only a few minutes to nightfall. The job starts soon."
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My Hero Academia weeb, and proud of it.
Jeff main in Marvel Rivals. Terrible at competitive gaming.
All around I'm a mess made up of original characters, game lore, and the remnants of the worlds I never finished. In other words, I'm slightly off my rocker.
*Cut for Ejo* “Babble!” He snorts, obviously offended, “I’ve never babbled in all my long years. To babble is to spurt unintelligible nonsense out of one’s face like a foolish child. Babble, ha!” He shakes his head. Then he turns and stares at the horizon, “Indeed. We are in the gloaming hours. What sort of job do you speak of?”
*Cut for Ejo* “Babble!” He snorts, obviously offended, “I’ve never babbled in all my long years. To babble is to spurt unintelligible nonsense out of one’s face like a foolish child. Babble, ha!” He shakes his head. Then he turns and stares at the horizon, “Indeed. We are in the gloaming hours. What sort of job do you speak of?”
"If you had not guessed by the rifle, I am an assassin. I aim to give a certain ghoul another skull hole before the night is out." He polishes his rifle's scope.
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My Hero Academia weeb, and proud of it.
Jeff main in Marvel Rivals. Terrible at competitive gaming.
All around I'm a mess made up of original characters, game lore, and the remnants of the worlds I never finished. In other words, I'm slightly off my rocker.
*Cut for Ejo* “Babble!” He snorts, obviously offended, “I’ve never babbled in all my long years. To babble is to spurt unintelligible nonsense out of one’s face like a foolish child. Babble, ha!” He shakes his head. Then he turns and stares at the horizon, “Indeed. We are in the gloaming hours. What sort of job do you speak of?”
"If you had not guessed by the rifle, I am an assassin. I aim to give a certain ghoul another skull hole before the night is out." He polishes his rifle's scope.
*Thanks for your patience, I just finished mowing.* ”That is a noble goal. We have to many of those honorless wretches. Which ghoul is it that you aim to aim at?”
*This is more of a status/lore thing than a role-play but I thought this was so cool that I just had to react to this.*
It takes a little longer to begin prying open the Ghoul Gates than you originally planned. Those doors are shut awfully tight. Eventually though through a mixture of arcane technologies and brute force you managed to make some headway.
The Ghoul Gates that have been pulled the most open reveal the bare edges of the portal behind them. Pale, grubby fingers with yellow, chipped nails claw at the machines from the other side of the door, wriggling like worms. Through the crack in the gates you here the maddened voices of the ghouls themselves:
"May your brains boil into bats and you never feel hunger again!"
"Please! Please let us out! We've been down here so long!"
"Knock and the door shall be slammed in your bloody noses! Bloody Noses! BLOODY NOSES!" (This example screamed 'BLOODY NOSES!' at the top of its lungs for hours on end and is still screaming it now.)
"Once upon a time, there was a wee little lady and a wee little man. The wee little man wished to wed, the wee little lady would rather be dead. So she left and lunched with corpses. The end. Go to sleep now."
"Come in! Oh do come in! We love guests! Ahaheeheehee! Come in now please! We're waiting! We've waited so very long! Heeheehee! Dinner is ready! Dinner grows cold! Oh please won't you come in?! Heeheehahaha!"
"Oh please s-stop that-that banging! You're c-causing an awful d-din! Ooooh my head, my head! You heart my poor rotten head!"
As the great gate opening machines haul away at their goal, the ghouls realize the danger they are in. They muster an almost unghoulish courage and throw themselves at their assailants with no sense of self preservation. The air is filled with their screams and howls of rage and the cemeteries boil as legions of the foul beasts pull themselves from the earth for Amina is awakening even the hibernating ghouls that have found quite coffers to lie dormant and dream their nightmare's quietly in. These are the sort of ghouls who awaken once every few centuries to eat the hearts or brains or livers of a hundred men. Once sated they go back to their dark dreamings but now they are called upon by their mistress and they fight with the hunger of centuries.
The Autumn Country has seen many dark days. But this numbers among the darkest.
Hails of bullets and spellfire rip through the hordes, but by the end of the hour only one machine is still operational. The dark things in the sky converge on it, beaming down golden light. The area around the last machine is Hallowed against undead, and illuminated by bright sunlight.
Cozotz has displayed his worth the most, ventilating about 10 ghouls per second on average. However, the Century Ghouls are yet to arrive.
The crooked ghoul had returned to the Starshredder for a while, plucking a few corpses from their resting places on the way there and the way back, with something it had created held in its hands and roots. It quickly slips through a ghoul gate and back into the dark realm of decay on the other side, being especially careful with the tools it holds. The tools- wretched implements, woven from twisting flesh and metal and fungus and root that still lives despite its source now being undead- hum faintly with fragments of stolen radiance buried within, but do not seem to hurt their creator. A jagged knife with a blade made of teeth. Two crooked forks- one longer than the other- with tines of desiccated thorns. A spoon with a serrated edge, fashioned from razor-sharp metal and bone.
The God Eater's Cutlery- lesser artifacts fashioned by the angel of emptiness before it set off into the Autumn Country, now fully grown. With these, one could carve, scoop, stab and devour light- from a lowly roaring flame to the brilliant core of a star- as easily as one consumes any earthly meal. Perhaps, it thinks, it would even allow the undead to dine upon radiance. Perhaps, it hopes, it can regain its godly might.
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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)
*I know I say this a lot but I cannot express in words how great you all are at writing, and how much everyone on this thread (especially Yvonne, Baalz, and Dark) inspires me and my own writing. It is a joy to be able to do this all with you.*
*I know I say this a lot but I cannot express in words how great you all are at writing, and how much everyone on this thread (especially Yvonne, Baalz, and Dark) inspires me and my own writing. It is a joy to be able to do this all with you.*
*This thread is one of, if not my favorites in all my time on the forums for this very reason. I love reading the masterful writing we all create that blends together into a cohesive story, and I'm honored that I get to play my part in spinning this wonderful tale with as talented writers as all of you.*
*I know I say this a lot but I cannot express in words how great you all are at writing, and how much everyone on this thread (especially Yvonne, Baalz, and Dark) inspires me and my own writing. It is a joy to be able to do this all with you.*
*This thread is one of, if not my favorites in all my time on the forums for this very reason. I love reading the masterful writing we all create that blends together into a cohesive story, and I'm honored that I get to play my part in spinning this wonderful tale with as talented writers as all of you.*
*I wouldn't say cohesive, but other than that you've taken the words out of my mouth.*
He stops and adjusts his glasses. The bird flaps away around the hill. “Ponder wander.” He says matter of factly.
"That is not a term I recognize. Please restate." The man who sounds very much like a robot reaches for his rifle.
My Hero Academia weeb, and proud of it.
Jeff main in Marvel Rivals. Terrible at competitive gaming.
All around I'm a mess made up of original characters, game lore, and the remnants of the worlds I never finished. In other words, I'm slightly off my rocker.
UwU
He sighs, “A think slink. May I continue?”
"I still do not understand the terms you are using. Please restate. You have 2 more chances." He loads the rifle, slowly and methodically.
My Hero Academia weeb, and proud of it.
Jeff main in Marvel Rivals. Terrible at competitive gaming.
All around I'm a mess made up of original characters, game lore, and the remnants of the worlds I never finished. In other words, I'm slightly off my rocker.
UwU
“A ponder wander. A good stroll can loosen the sedimentary thoughts that encrust the inner orifices of the mind, thus generating thinkings and ideas both old and new.”
"You speak in strange ways, human. But I now believe that I get the meaning of what you are babbling about." He glances at the horizon. "Only a few minutes to nightfall. The job starts soon."
My Hero Academia weeb, and proud of it.
Jeff main in Marvel Rivals. Terrible at competitive gaming.
All around I'm a mess made up of original characters, game lore, and the remnants of the worlds I never finished. In other words, I'm slightly off my rocker.
UwU
*Cut for Ejo*
“Babble!” He snorts, obviously offended, “I’ve never babbled in all my long years. To babble is to spurt unintelligible nonsense out of one’s face like a foolish child. Babble, ha!” He shakes his head. Then he turns and stares at the horizon, “Indeed. We are in the gloaming hours. What sort of job do you speak of?”
"If you had not guessed by the rifle, I am an assassin. I aim to give a certain ghoul another skull hole before the night is out." He polishes his rifle's scope.
My Hero Academia weeb, and proud of it.
Jeff main in Marvel Rivals. Terrible at competitive gaming.
All around I'm a mess made up of original characters, game lore, and the remnants of the worlds I never finished. In other words, I'm slightly off my rocker.
UwU
*Thanks for your patience, I just finished mowing.*
”That is a noble goal. We have to many of those honorless wretches. Which ghoul is it that you aim to aim at?”
Hails of bullets and spellfire rip through the hordes, but by the end of the hour only one machine is still operational. The dark things in the sky converge on it, beaming down golden light. The area around the last machine is Hallowed against undead, and illuminated by bright sunlight.
Cozotz has displayed his worth the most, ventilating about 10 ghouls per second on average. However, the Century Ghouls are yet to arrive.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
The crooked ghoul had returned to the Starshredder for a while, plucking a few corpses from their resting places on the way there and the way back, with something it had created held in its hands and roots. It quickly slips through a ghoul gate and back into the dark realm of decay on the other side, being especially careful with the tools it holds. The tools- wretched implements, woven from twisting flesh and metal and fungus and root that still lives despite its source now being undead- hum faintly with fragments of stolen radiance buried within, but do not seem to hurt their creator. A jagged knife with a blade made of teeth. Two crooked forks- one longer than the other- with tines of desiccated thorns. A spoon with a serrated edge, fashioned from razor-sharp metal and bone.
The God Eater's Cutlery- lesser artifacts fashioned by the angel of emptiness before it set off into the Autumn Country, now fully grown. With these, one could carve, scoop, stab and devour light- from a lowly roaring flame to the brilliant core of a star- as easily as one consumes any earthly meal. Perhaps, it thinks, it would even allow the undead to dine upon radiance. Perhaps, it hopes, it can regain its godly might.
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)
*Morning, Yvonne!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Morning, Baal! How art thou today?*
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 a bit bothered due to various events, most notably my mom being mad about one thing or another, but otherwise good.*
*How about you?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I'm sorry that's going on- it's good to hear you're at the very least doing kinda good.*
*I'm feeling pretty good today. I'm going to meet up with some friends later today, so I won't be very active on the forums.*
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 know I say this a lot but I cannot express in words how great you all are at writing, and how much everyone on this thread (especially Yvonne, Baalz, and Dark) inspires me and my own writing. It is a joy to be able to do this all with you.*
*This thread is one of, if not my favorites in all my time on the forums for this very reason. I love reading the masterful writing we all create that blends together into a cohesive story, and I'm honored that I get to play my part in spinning this wonderful tale with as talented writers as all of 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)
*Thank you for your sympathy, good friend*
*That's awesome! Well, less awesome that I won't be able to hang out with you, but it's good to meet up with IRL friends.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I wouldn't say cohesive, but other than that you've taken the words out of my mouth.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Mr. Fryer has Hallowed Mother Moth's sanctuary against undead, and is currently setting up some sort of eldritch kitchen station.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.