*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?”
"One who has been leading a group to rob graveyards in the area. It has seemingly got the intelligence or psionic power to lead its fellows effectively." He attaches the scope. "Which is why I am watching that cemetery down there." He picks up the rifle and points it downhill at the grounds of a small church, studded with graves. It lies next to a forest.
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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.
On the far borders of the Autumn Country, at the edge of the Vermillion Sea- named for its reddish-orange sand that was ground down from ancient mesas by time and the waves- there is a faint quaking every so often, rippling the still ocean like the footfalls of a colossal creature. What walks down the vermillion shores alongside the chill waters is colossal indeed- though, it is by no means a living thing.
A large mansion- or at least, a structure built with a mansion as a framework- sits atop a colossal metal platform that belches steam from numerous vents, the exhaust settling as a fog trailing behind it. What lies underneath the platform are ten large machine legs like those of a crustacean, the decapodal platform taking one thundering step at a time as it strolls into the Autumn Country proper. The Mirth Manor- the last bastion of the once-noble Mirth family.
One figure can be faintly seen viewing the sea from a balcony on the walking bastion's upper floors. She wears clothes that would suggest a noble status, made from fine but ancient silks, under a large leather apron brimming with tools from every conceivable pocket and strap. An emerald green cloak billows behind her in the salty ocean breeze, her hood pulled up. She shivers at winter's bite- an action which produces the faint sound of whirring servos and creaking metal joints- before brushing her short, bleached-white hair out of her eyes. After a while longer of admiring the sea, she walks back inside, heralded by the tap-tap-tapping of numerous metallic spider-like legs- parts of her, and the rest of the accursed family, have decayed with time and needed to be replaced.
Eris lets out a tired sigh- really, more of a steaming hiss, as she replaced her mouth and lungs ages ago- as she returns to her inventions, preparing for a conflict she knows will arise.
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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)
On the far borders of the Autumn Country, at the edge of the Vermillion Sea- named for its reddish-orange sand that was ground down from ancient mesas by time and the waves- there is a faint quaking every so often, rippling the still ocean like the footfalls of a colossal creature. What walks down the vermillion shores alongside the chill waters is colossal indeed- though, it is by no means a living thing.
A large mansion- or at least, a structure built with a mansion as a framework- sits atop a colossal metal platform that belches steam from numerous vents, the exhaust settling as a fog trailing behind it. What lies underneath the platform are ten large machine legs like those of a crustacean, the decapodal platform taking one thundering step at a time as it strolls into the Autumn Country proper. The Mirth Manor- the last bastion of the once-noble Mirth family.
One figure can be faintly seen viewing the sea from a balcony on the walking bastion's upper floors. She wears clothes that would suggest a noble status, made from fine but ancient silks, under a large leather apron brimming with tools from every conceivable pocket and strap. An emerald green cloak billows behind her in the salty ocean breeze, her hood pulled up. She shivers at winter's bite- an action which produces the faint sound of whirring servos and creaking metal joints- before brushing her short, bleached-white hair out of her eyes. After a while longer of admiring the sea, she walks back inside, heralded by the tap-tap-tapping of numerous metallic spider-like legs- parts of her, and the rest of the accursed family, have decayed with time and needed to be replaced.
Eris lets out a tired sigh- really, more of a steaming hiss, as she replaced her mouth and lungs ages ago- as she returns to her inventions, preparing for a conflict she knows will arise.
Something dog-sized but much rounder and squatter scampers along the edge of the balcony having scrambled up its side. Something with huge green eyes. Something with grey fur. Something with a striped tail. Something with a wide, wide smile.
On the far borders of the Autumn Country, at the edge of the Vermillion Sea- named for its reddish-orange sand that was ground down from ancient mesas by time and the waves- there is a faint quaking every so often, rippling the still ocean like the footfalls of a colossal creature. What walks down the vermillion shores alongside the chill waters is colossal indeed- though, it is by no means a living thing.
A large mansion- or at least, a structure built with a mansion as a framework- sits atop a colossal metal platform that belches steam from numerous vents, the exhaust settling as a fog trailing behind it. What lies underneath the platform are ten large machine legs like those of a crustacean, the decapodal platform taking one thundering step at a time as it strolls into the Autumn Country proper. The Mirth Manor- the last bastion of the once-noble Mirth family.
One figure can be faintly seen viewing the sea from a balcony on the walking bastion's upper floors. She wears clothes that would suggest a noble status, made from fine but ancient silks, under a large leather apron brimming with tools from every conceivable pocket and strap. An emerald green cloak billows behind her in the salty ocean breeze, her hood pulled up. She shivers at winter's bite- an action which produces the faint sound of whirring servos and creaking metal joints- before brushing her short, bleached-white hair out of her eyes. After a while longer of admiring the sea, she walks back inside, heralded by the tap-tap-tapping of numerous metallic spider-like legs- parts of her, and the rest of the accursed family, have decayed with time and needed to be replaced.
Eris lets out a tired sigh- really, more of a steaming hiss, as she replaced her mouth and lungs ages ago- as she returns to her inventions, preparing for a conflict she knows will arise.
Something dog-sized but much rounder and squatter scampers along the edge of the balcony having scrambled up its side. Something with huge green eyes. Something with grey fur. Something with a striped tail. Something with a wide, wide smile.
Eris quickly turns around at the sound of something clambering its way up the balcony- how it got up there without being blasted to bits by the Manor's aurora cannons is beyond her, but it's here now, and that's what's important. Several mechanical arms sporting strange spinning blades and metallic talons unfurl from her back and brandish their vicious weapons, but she does not attack- she's merely preparing for if it strikes first.
"What brings you to the Mirth Manor? Who are you?" She says, unsure of if the grinning creature can understand her but hoping it can- hopefully this won't end in violence. She gets enough of that from the Mourns.
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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)
On the far borders of the Autumn Country, at the edge of the Vermillion Sea- named for its reddish-orange sand that was ground down from ancient mesas by time and the waves- there is a faint quaking every so often, rippling the still ocean like the footfalls of a colossal creature. What walks down the vermillion shores alongside the chill waters is colossal indeed- though, it is by no means a living thing.
A large mansion- or at least, a structure built with a mansion as a framework- sits atop a colossal metal platform that belches steam from numerous vents, the exhaust settling as a fog trailing behind it. What lies underneath the platform are ten large machine legs like those of a crustacean, the decapodal platform taking one thundering step at a time as it strolls into the Autumn Country proper. The Mirth Manor- the last bastion of the once-noble Mirth family.
One figure can be faintly seen viewing the sea from a balcony on the walking bastion's upper floors. She wears clothes that would suggest a noble status, made from fine but ancient silks, under a large leather apron brimming with tools from every conceivable pocket and strap. An emerald green cloak billows behind her in the salty ocean breeze, her hood pulled up. She shivers at winter's bite- an action which produces the faint sound of whirring servos and creaking metal joints- before brushing her short, bleached-white hair out of her eyes. After a while longer of admiring the sea, she walks back inside, heralded by the tap-tap-tapping of numerous metallic spider-like legs- parts of her, and the rest of the accursed family, have decayed with time and needed to be replaced.
Eris lets out a tired sigh- really, more of a steaming hiss, as she replaced her mouth and lungs ages ago- as she returns to her inventions, preparing for a conflict she knows will arise.
Something dog-sized but much rounder and squatter scampers along the edge of the balcony having scrambled up its side. Something with huge green eyes. Something with grey fur. Something with a striped tail. Something with a wide, wide smile.
Eris quickly turns around at the sound of something clambering its way up the balcony- how it got up there without being blasted to bits by the Manor's aurora cannons is beyond her, but it's here now, and that's what's important. Several mechanical arms sporting strange spinning blades and metallic talons unfurl from her back and brandish their vicious weapons, but she does not attack- she's merely preparing for if it strikes first.
"What brings you to the Mirth Manor? Who are you?" She says, unsure of if the grinning creature can understand her but hoping it can- hopefully this won't end in violence. She gets enough of that from the Mourns.
The slightly oversized raccoon stares at you with an unnervingly large smile smeared across its face. Its teeth part, but just barely, and a southern-accented voice squeezes out, "I came," He thumps his tail, "because I ain't never been. I am, among other things, that raccoon with the smile. Or maybe I'm that smile with the raccoon. It's hard to tell at times." His glittering green eyes dart about with a shifty expression, "So this is the famous Mirth Manor, eh? Never heard of it. What's it and you doing in these here woods?"
Something dog-sized but much rounder and squatter scampers along the edge of the balcony having scrambled up its side. Something with huge green eyes. Something with grey fur. Something with a striped tail. Something with a wide, wide smile.
Eris quickly turns around at the sound of something clambering its way up the balcony- how it got up there without being blasted to bits by the Manor's aurora cannons is beyond her, but it's here now, and that's what's important. Several mechanical arms sporting strange spinning blades and metallic talons unfurl from her back and brandish their vicious weapons, but she does not attack- she's merely preparing for if it strikes first.
"What brings you to the Mirth Manor? Who are you?" She says, unsure of if the grinning creature can understand her but hoping it can- hopefully this won't end in violence. She gets enough of that from the Mourns.
The slightly oversized raccoon stares at you with an unnervingly large smile smeared across its face. Its teeth part, but just barely, and a southern-accented voice squeezes out, "I came," He thumps his tail, "because I ain't never been. I am, among other things, that raccoon with the smile. Or maybe I'm that smile with the raccoon. It's hard to tell at times." His glittering green eyes dart about with a shifty expression, "So this is the famous Mirth Manor, eh? Never heard of it. What's it and you doing in these here woods?"
"Currently, we're trying to buy ourselves time to prepare for an upcoming conflict. That's why the Mirth Manor is always on the move, after all." Upon seeing that he isn't hostile- at least, not immediately- she relaxes a bit, her horrific bladed appendages folding back up into underneath her cloak. "I do apologize for jumping to readying my weapons at the sound of you- most often, surprise visitors here tend to prefer ambushes over conversation."
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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 slightly oversized raccoon stares at you with an unnervingly large smile smeared across its face. Its teeth part, but just barely, and a southern-accented voice squeezes out, "I came," He thumps his tail, "because I ain't never been. I am, among other things, that raccoon with the smile. Or maybe I'm that smile with the raccoon. It's hard to tell at times." His glittering green eyes dart about with a shifty expression, "So this is the famous Mirth Manor, eh? Never heard of it. What's it and you doing in these here woods?"
"Currently, we're trying to buy ourselves time to prepare for an upcoming conflict. That's why the Mirth Manor is always on the move, after all." Upon seeing that he isn't hostile- at least, not immediately- she relaxes a bit, her horrific bladed appendages folding back up into underneath her cloak. "I do apologize for jumping to readying my weapons at the sound of you- most often, surprise visitors here tend to prefer ambushes over conversation."
He chuckles, having not flinched in the slightest at the appearance of the weapons. "Oh no worries, you wouldn't have caused me no harm. I prefer to ambush with a conversation and then turn that conversation into an ambush. It's much more enjoyable that way." Should a raccoon really have that many teeth? Surely no raccoon has any right to have that many teeth. "Who do you flee? You may have stumbled into worse waters in these hollers."
The slightly oversized raccoon stares at you with an unnervingly large smile smeared across its face. Its teeth part, but just barely, and a southern-accented voice squeezes out, "I came," He thumps his tail, "because I ain't never been. I am, among other things, that raccoon with the smile. Or maybe I'm that smile with the raccoon. It's hard to tell at times." His glittering green eyes dart about with a shifty expression, "So this is the famous Mirth Manor, eh? Never heard of it. What's it and you doing in these here woods?"
"Currently, we're trying to buy ourselves time to prepare for an upcoming conflict. That's why the Mirth Manor is always on the move, after all." Upon seeing that he isn't hostile- at least, not immediately- she relaxes a bit, her horrific bladed appendages folding back up into underneath her cloak. "I do apologize for jumping to readying my weapons at the sound of you- most often, surprise visitors here tend to prefer ambushes over conversation."
He chuckles, having not flinched in the slightest at the appearance of the weapons. "Oh no worries, you wouldn't have caused me no harm. I prefer to ambush with a conversation and then turn that conversation into an ambush. It's much more enjoyable that way." Should a raccoon really have that many teeth? Surely no raccoon has any right to have that many teeth. "Who do you flee? You may have stumbled into worse waters in these hollers."
"A rival noble house- one as old as we are. We've been feuding for ages now, and it's getting rather irksome." She answers, seeming somewhat wary at his nonchalance about admitting he prefers to turn conversation into ambush. "What's happening here that could be worse? I'd like to know so we can stay far away from it."
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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 chuckles, having not flinched in the slightest at the appearance of the weapons. "Oh no worries, you wouldn't have caused me no harm. I prefer to ambush with a conversation and then turn that conversation into an ambush. It's much more enjoyable that way." Should a raccoon really have that many teeth? Surely no raccoon has any right to have that many teeth. "Who do you flee? You may have stumbled into worse waters in these hollers."
"A rival noble house- one as old as we are. We've been feuding for ages now, and it's getting rather irksome." She answers, seeming somewhat wary at his nonchalance about admitting he prefers to turn conversation into ambush. "What's happening here that could be worse? I'd like to know so we can stay far away from it."
"A sort of Martins and the McCoys situation, huh?" Good grief how many teeth does he have? How do they fit into his mouth in such nice, neat little rows? What have they eaten? What have they chewed? "Someone stole another's lamb. I think they was gonna make a big ol' supper out of it. Now the shepherds are angry that their little bo peep is still alive and kicking. Ain't that harble? Oh and I think it's been snowing. Folks don't like that round here."
He chuckles, having not flinched in the slightest at the appearance of the weapons. "Oh no worries, you wouldn't have caused me no harm. I prefer to ambush with a conversation and then turn that conversation into an ambush. It's much more enjoyable that way." Should a raccoon really have that many teeth? Surely no raccoon has any right to have that many teeth. "Who do you flee? You may have stumbled into worse waters in these hollers."
"A rival noble house- one as old as we are. We've been feuding for ages now, and it's getting rather irksome." She answers, seeming somewhat wary at his nonchalance about admitting he prefers to turn conversation into ambush. "What's happening here that could be worse? I'd like to know so we can stay far away from it."
"A sort of Martins and the McCoys situation, huh?" Good grief how many teeth does he have? How do they fit into his mouth in such nice, neat little rows? What have they eaten? What have they chewed? "Someone stole another's lamb. I think they was gonna make a big ol' supper out of it. Now the shepherds are angry that their little bo peep is still alive and kicking. Ain't that harble? Oh and I think it's been snowing. Folks don't like that round here."
"All of that, over a lamb? Strange indeed..." She thinks for a second, looking around at her surroundings to distract herself from their increasingly unnerving grin. "That's for them to sort out, though- we've enough to deal with as is."
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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 chuckles, having not flinched in the slightest at the appearance of the weapons. "Oh no worries, you wouldn't have caused me no harm. I prefer to ambush with a conversation and then turn that conversation into an ambush. It's much more enjoyable that way." Should a raccoon really have that many teeth? Surely no raccoon has any right to have that many teeth. "Who do you flee? You may have stumbled into worse waters in these hollers."
"A rival noble house- one as old as we are. We've been feuding for ages now, and it's getting rather irksome." She answers, seeming somewhat wary at his nonchalance about admitting he prefers to turn conversation into ambush. "What's happening here that could be worse? I'd like to know so we can stay far away from it."
"A sort of Martins and the McCoys situation, huh?" Good grief how many teeth does he have? How do they fit into his mouth in such nice, neat little rows? What have they eaten? What have they chewed? "Someone stole another's lamb. I think they was gonna make a big ol' supper out of it. Now the shepherds are angry that their little bo peep is still alive and kicking. Ain't that harble? Oh and I think it's been snowing. Folks don't like that round here."
"All of that, over a lamb? Strange indeed..." She thinks for a second, looking around at her surroundings to distract herself from their increasingly unnerving grin. "That's for them to sort out, though- we've enough to deal with as is."
"I'm sure you do. No need to go round sticking your nose in other folks business. Like me. It's liable to get smashed in."
*hmm how about the two of them contrasting somewhat like yin and yang?*
*makes sense. there's a lot of dualities out there. any jumping out at you?*
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Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
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!!!!!!
The Ravenous Flame has been burning away at secluded villages and rotting trees, growing increasingly angry as time goes on. It's supposed to be swallowing entire worlds and leaving naught but ash behind, not picking at meager hamlets. After a while, it notices something- its flames are now once again able to char the foliage it moves across. Julius' ward has expired. The famished inferno roars with hunger, before continuing its rampage through the Autumn Country, setting forests and fields ablaze.
TIME'S UP.
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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 Ravenous Flame has been burning away at secluded villages and rotting trees, growing increasingly angry as time goes on. It's supposed to be swallowing entire worlds and leaving naught but ash behind, not picking at meager hamlets. After a while, it notices something- its flames are now once again able to char the foliage it moves across. Julius' ward has expired. The famished inferno roars with hunger, before continuing its rampage through the Autumn Country, setting forests and fields ablaze.
TIME'S UP.
it sees a creature made of worms, digging up bodies and eating them
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Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
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!!!!!!
The Ravenous Flame has been burning away at secluded villages and rotting trees, growing increasingly angry as time goes on. It's supposed to be swallowing entire worlds and leaving naught but ash behind, not picking at meager hamlets. After a while, it notices something- its flames are now once again able to char the foliage it moves across. Julius' ward has expired. The famished inferno roars with hunger, before continuing its rampage through the Autumn Country, setting forests and fields ablaze.
TIME'S UP.
*oopsies… I had forgotten that Julius has promised to speak with Augustus of Amina about that… I forgot to have that interaction… could we retcon this and have Julius talk to Augustus about it? (Since reasonably, he would as soon as possible, I literally just forgot) or, if you prefer, we could still go with this and have Julius just not being able to get a hold of Augustus in time. Whatever you’d like to do, I’m fine with either.*
The Ravenous Flame has been burning away at secluded villages and rotting trees, growing increasingly angry as time goes on. It's supposed to be swallowing entire worlds and leaving naught but ash behind, not picking at meager hamlets. After a while, it notices something- its flames are now once again able to char the foliage it moves across. Julius' ward has expired. The famished inferno roars with hunger, before continuing its rampage through the Autumn Country, setting forests and fields ablaze.
TIME'S UP.
*oopsies… I had forgotten that Julius has promised to speak with Augustus of Amina about that… I forgot to have that interaction… could we retcon this and have Julius talk to Augustus about it? (Since reasonably, he would as soon as possible, I literally just forgot) or, if you prefer, we could still go with this and have Julius just not being able to get a hold of Augustus in time. Whatever you’d like to do, I’m fine with either.*
*Sure, I don't mind if we retcon this and save the Ravenous Flame's frenzy for later. It makes things more suspenseful, anyway.*
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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)
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"One who has been leading a group to rob graveyards in the area. It has seemingly got the intelligence or psionic power to lead its fellows effectively." He attaches the scope. "Which is why I am watching that cemetery down there." He picks up the rifle and points it downhill at the grounds of a small church, studded with graves. It lies next to a forest.
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
On the far borders of the Autumn Country, at the edge of the Vermillion Sea- named for its reddish-orange sand that was ground down from ancient mesas by time and the waves- there is a faint quaking every so often, rippling the still ocean like the footfalls of a colossal creature. What walks down the vermillion shores alongside the chill waters is colossal indeed- though, it is by no means a living thing.
A large mansion- or at least, a structure built with a mansion as a framework- sits atop a colossal metal platform that belches steam from numerous vents, the exhaust settling as a fog trailing behind it. What lies underneath the platform are ten large machine legs like those of a crustacean, the decapodal platform taking one thundering step at a time as it strolls into the Autumn Country proper. The Mirth Manor- the last bastion of the once-noble Mirth family.
One figure can be faintly seen viewing the sea from a balcony on the walking bastion's upper floors. She wears clothes that would suggest a noble status, made from fine but ancient silks, under a large leather apron brimming with tools from every conceivable pocket and strap. An emerald green cloak billows behind her in the salty ocean breeze, her hood pulled up. She shivers at winter's bite- an action which produces the faint sound of whirring servos and creaking metal joints- before brushing her short, bleached-white hair out of her eyes. After a while longer of admiring the sea, she walks back inside, heralded by the tap-tap-tapping of numerous metallic spider-like legs- parts of her, and the rest of the accursed family, have decayed with time and needed to be replaced.
Eris lets out a tired sigh- really, more of a steaming hiss, as she replaced her mouth and lungs ages ago- as she returns to her inventions, preparing for a conflict she knows will arise.
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)
Something dog-sized but much rounder and squatter scampers along the edge of the balcony having scrambled up its side. Something with huge green eyes. Something with grey fur. Something with a striped tail. Something with a wide, wide smile.
*where the Mirth Family goes, the Mourns shall eventually follow…*
Eris quickly turns around at the sound of something clambering its way up the balcony- how it got up there without being blasted to bits by the Manor's aurora cannons is beyond her, but it's here now, and that's what's important. Several mechanical arms sporting strange spinning blades and metallic talons unfurl from her back and brandish their vicious weapons, but she does not attack- she's merely preparing for if it strikes first.
"What brings you to the Mirth Manor? Who are you?" She says, unsure of if the grinning creature can understand her but hoping it can- hopefully this won't end in violence. She gets enough of that from the Mourns.
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 slightly oversized raccoon stares at you with an unnervingly large smile smeared across its face. Its teeth part, but just barely, and a southern-accented voice squeezes out, "I came," He thumps his tail, "because I ain't never been. I am, among other things, that raccoon with the smile. Or maybe I'm that smile with the raccoon. It's hard to tell at times." His glittering green eyes dart about with a shifty expression, "So this is the famous Mirth Manor, eh? Never heard of it. What's it and you doing in these here woods?"
"Currently, we're trying to buy ourselves time to prepare for an upcoming conflict. That's why the Mirth Manor is always on the move, after all." Upon seeing that he isn't hostile- at least, not immediately- she relaxes a bit, her horrific bladed appendages folding back up into underneath her cloak. "I do apologize for jumping to readying my weapons at the sound of you- most often, surprise visitors here tend to prefer ambushes over conversation."
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 chuckles, having not flinched in the slightest at the appearance of the weapons. "Oh no worries, you wouldn't have caused me no harm. I prefer to ambush with a conversation and then turn that conversation into an ambush. It's much more enjoyable that way." Should a raccoon really have that many teeth? Surely no raccoon has any right to have that many teeth. "Who do you flee? You may have stumbled into worse waters in these hollers."
"A rival noble house- one as old as we are. We've been feuding for ages now, and it's getting rather irksome." She answers, seeming somewhat wary at his nonchalance about admitting he prefers to turn conversation into ambush. "What's happening here that could be worse? I'd like to know so we can stay far away from it."
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)
"A sort of Martins and the McCoys situation, huh?" Good grief how many teeth does he have? How do they fit into his mouth in such nice, neat little rows? What have they eaten? What have they chewed? "Someone stole another's lamb. I think they was gonna make a big ol' supper out of it. Now the shepherds are angry that their little bo peep is still alive and kicking. Ain't that harble? Oh and I think it's been snowing. Folks don't like that round here."
"All of that, over a lamb? Strange indeed..." She thinks for a second, looking around at her surroundings to distract herself from their increasingly unnerving grin. "That's for them to sort out, though- we've enough to deal with as is."
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 sure you do. No need to go round sticking your nose in other folks business. Like me. It's liable to get smashed in."
*hmm how about the two of them contrasting somewhat like yin and yang?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*makes sense. there's a lot of dualities out there. any jumping out at you?*
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
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!!!!!!
The Ravenous Flame has been burning away at secluded villages and rotting trees, growing increasingly angry as time goes on. It's supposed to be swallowing entire worlds and leaving naught but ash behind, not picking at meager hamlets. After a while, it notices something- its flames are now once again able to char the foliage it moves across. Julius' ward has expired. The famished inferno roars with hunger, before continuing its rampage through the Autumn Country, setting forests and fields ablaze.
TIME'S UP.
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)
it sees a creature made of worms, digging up bodies and eating them
Pronouns: I don't [GP]ing care. call me whatever
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!!!!!!
*Any of my bois online?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
<I'm not that active on here, but I'm on.>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
*oopsies… I had forgotten that Julius has promised to speak with Augustus of Amina about that… I forgot to have that interaction… could we retcon this and have Julius talk to Augustus about it? (Since reasonably, he would as soon as possible, I literally just forgot) or, if you prefer, we could still go with this and have Julius just not being able to get a hold of Augustus in time. Whatever you’d like to do, I’m fine with either.*
*Sure, I don't mind if we retcon this and save the Ravenous Flame's frenzy for later. It makes things more suspenseful, anyway.*
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)