"I wouldn't know where to find her, but you can look..."
"Hm... First, I should bring my friend over... I'm pretty sure they're done with whatever they were doing."
"Alright. Thank you."
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, before holding out one hand. A solid black scythe materializes in her hands, blending into the surrounding darkness, and she cuts the surrounding air. The cut swells up, and the Child is pushed through the rift, and falls to the ground, before stumbling to their feet.
"That was dramatic..."
The Child stands up, saying, "Being dramatic is like her entire personality," and pushing past the Mother, ignoring her indignant scoff, and observes the island. "... Why am I here."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Sarlok is wandering ren's forest, dressed as a mobster, with a charcoal grey suit and fedora, lightning pinstripes, and an electric blue carnation on their lapel. Their wings are folded behind their back, their serpent headed tail scans the area. The float an inch off the ground and hold no weapons. They do have a half full wineglass, however
Ren looks up and nods. "Hallo."
"Hello. Do I have the pleasure of speaking to the Creator of this forest?"
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!
"I wouldn't know where to find her, but you can look..."
"Hm... First, I should bring my friend over... I'm pretty sure they're done with whatever they were doing."
"Alright. Thank you."
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, before holding out one hand. A solid black scythe materializes in her hands, blending into the surrounding darkness, and she cuts the surrounding air. The cut swells up, and the Child is pushed through the rift, and falls to the ground, before stumbling to their feet.
"That was dramatic..."
The Child stands up, saying, "Being dramatic is like her entire personality," and pushing past the Mother, ignoring her indignant scoff, and observes the island. "... Why am I here."
"Mother said you could help me with my power. It causes death and corruption, and interferes with my ability to be happy."
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!
"I wouldn't know where to find her, but you can look..."
"Hm... First, I should bring my friend over... I'm pretty sure they're done with whatever they were doing."
"Alright. Thank you."
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, before holding out one hand. A solid black scythe materializes in her hands, blending into the surrounding darkness, and she cuts the surrounding air. The cut swells up, and the Child is pushed through the rift, and falls to the ground, before stumbling to their feet.
"That was dramatic..."
The Child stands up, saying, "Being dramatic is like her entire personality," and pushing past the Mother, ignoring her indignant scoff, and observes the island. "... Why am I here."
"Mother said you could help me with my power. It causes death and corruption, and interferes with my ability to be happy."
"Well, how does it work?" The Child paces back and forth slowly. The Mother sits back down on the stump, and continues to read from the book.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Sarlok is wandering ren's forest, dressed as a mobster, with a charcoal grey suit and fedora, lightning pinstripes, and an electric blue carnation on their lapel. Their wings are folded behind their back, their serpent headed tail scans the area. The float an inch off the ground and hold no weapons. They do have a half full wineglass, however
Ren looks up and nods. "Hallo."
"Hello. Do I have the pleasure of speaking to the Creator of this forest?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"I wouldn't know where to find her, but you can look..."
"Hm... First, I should bring my friend over... I'm pretty sure they're done with whatever they were doing."
"Alright. Thank you."
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, before holding out one hand. A solid black scythe materializes in her hands, blending into the surrounding darkness, and she cuts the surrounding air. The cut swells up, and the Child is pushed through the rift, and falls to the ground, before stumbling to their feet.
"That was dramatic..."
The Child stands up, saying, "Being dramatic is like her entire personality," and pushing past the Mother, ignoring her indignant scoff, and observes the island. "... Why am I here."
"Mother said you could help me with my power. It causes death and corruption, and interferes with my ability to be happy."
"Well, how does it work?" The Child paces back and forth slowly. The Mother sits back down on the stump, and continues to read from the book.
"Well, my power seems to be corrupted. It spreads diseases and causes decay, and my presence causes corruption."
"I wouldn't know where to find her, but you can look..."
"Hm... First, I should bring my friend over... I'm pretty sure they're done with whatever they were doing."
"Alright. Thank you."
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, before holding out one hand. A solid black scythe materializes in her hands, blending into the surrounding darkness, and she cuts the surrounding air. The cut swells up, and the Child is pushed through the rift, and falls to the ground, before stumbling to their feet.
"That was dramatic..."
The Child stands up, saying, "Being dramatic is like her entire personality," and pushing past the Mother, ignoring her indignant scoff, and observes the island. "... Why am I here."
"Mother said you could help me with my power. It causes death and corruption, and interferes with my ability to be happy."
"Well, how does it work?" The Child paces back and forth slowly. The Mother sits back down on the stump, and continues to read from the book.
"Well, my power seems to be corrupted. It spreads diseases and causes decay, and my presence causes corruption."
"Mmmm. And you are sure that it was corrupted? What or who corrupted it?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"I wouldn't know where to find her, but you can look..."
"Hm... First, I should bring my friend over... I'm pretty sure they're done with whatever they were doing."
"Alright. Thank you."
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, before holding out one hand. A solid black scythe materializes in her hands, blending into the surrounding darkness, and she cuts the surrounding air. The cut swells up, and the Child is pushed through the rift, and falls to the ground, before stumbling to their feet.
"That was dramatic..."
The Child stands up, saying, "Being dramatic is like her entire personality," and pushing past the Mother, ignoring her indignant scoff, and observes the island. "... Why am I here."
"Mother said you could help me with my power. It causes death and corruption, and interferes with my ability to be happy."
"Well, how does it work?" The Child paces back and forth slowly. The Mother sits back down on the stump, and continues to read from the book.
"Well, my power seems to be corrupted. It spreads diseases and causes decay, and my presence causes corruption."
"Mmmm. And you are sure that it was corrupted? What or who corrupted it?"
"I think it just... came that way. A god of decay and corruption, no matter their kindness, must fill the role. Perhaps the world itself?"
"I wouldn't know where to find her, but you can look..."
"Hm... First, I should bring my friend over... I'm pretty sure they're done with whatever they were doing."
"Alright. Thank you."
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, before holding out one hand. A solid black scythe materializes in her hands, blending into the surrounding darkness, and she cuts the surrounding air. The cut swells up, and the Child is pushed through the rift, and falls to the ground, before stumbling to their feet.
"That was dramatic..."
The Child stands up, saying, "Being dramatic is like her entire personality," and pushing past the Mother, ignoring her indignant scoff, and observes the island. "... Why am I here."
"Mother said you could help me with my power. It causes death and corruption, and interferes with my ability to be happy."
"Well, how does it work?" The Child paces back and forth slowly. The Mother sits back down on the stump, and continues to read from the book.
"Well, my power seems to be corrupted. It spreads diseases and causes decay, and my presence causes corruption."
"Mmmm. And you are sure that it was corrupted? What or who corrupted it?"
"I think it just... came that way. A god of decay and corruption, no matter their kindness, must fill the role. Perhaps the world itself?"
"Well, then your powers never got corrupted, and are merely fulfilling their intended purpose. I suppose the trouble would then be an inability to control when you're using it, no?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"I wouldn't know where to find her, but you can look..."
"Hm... First, I should bring my friend over... I'm pretty sure they're done with whatever they were doing."
"Alright. Thank you."
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, before holding out one hand. A solid black scythe materializes in her hands, blending into the surrounding darkness, and she cuts the surrounding air. The cut swells up, and the Child is pushed through the rift, and falls to the ground, before stumbling to their feet.
"That was dramatic..."
The Child stands up, saying, "Being dramatic is like her entire personality," and pushing past the Mother, ignoring her indignant scoff, and observes the island. "... Why am I here."
"Mother said you could help me with my power. It causes death and corruption, and interferes with my ability to be happy."
"Well, how does it work?" The Child paces back and forth slowly. The Mother sits back down on the stump, and continues to read from the book.
"Well, my power seems to be corrupted. It spreads diseases and causes decay, and my presence causes corruption."
"Mmmm. And you are sure that it was corrupted? What or who corrupted it?"
"I think it just... came that way. A god of decay and corruption, no matter their kindness, must fill the role. Perhaps the world itself?"
"Well, then your powers never got corrupted, and are merely fulfilling their intended purpose. I suppose the trouble would then be an inability to control when you're using it, no?"
"I wouldn't know where to find her, but you can look..."
"Hm... First, I should bring my friend over... I'm pretty sure they're done with whatever they were doing."
"Alright. Thank you."
She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, before holding out one hand. A solid black scythe materializes in her hands, blending into the surrounding darkness, and she cuts the surrounding air. The cut swells up, and the Child is pushed through the rift, and falls to the ground, before stumbling to their feet.
"That was dramatic..."
The Child stands up, saying, "Being dramatic is like her entire personality," and pushing past the Mother, ignoring her indignant scoff, and observes the island. "... Why am I here."
"Mother said you could help me with my power. It causes death and corruption, and interferes with my ability to be happy."
"Well, how does it work?" The Child paces back and forth slowly. The Mother sits back down on the stump, and continues to read from the book.
"Well, my power seems to be corrupted. It spreads diseases and causes decay, and my presence causes corruption."
"Mmmm. And you are sure that it was corrupted? What or who corrupted it?"
"I think it just... came that way. A god of decay and corruption, no matter their kindness, must fill the role. Perhaps the world itself?"
"Well, then your powers never got corrupted, and are merely fulfilling their intended purpose. I suppose the trouble would then be an inability to control when you're using it, no?"
"I guess..."
"Well then. That narrows things down. Your powers are instinctual, correct? You do not actively try to make something happen?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Wes (he/him): 14 y/o bisected bisexual + general f*ckup Weep for yourself, my man You'll never be what is in your heart Weep, little lion man, you're not as brave as you were at the start... |------extended sig------|
"Alright. Just one more question. What species is your body?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
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The Child stands up, saying, "Being dramatic is like her entire personality," and pushing past the Mother, ignoring her indignant scoff, and observes the island. "... Why am I here."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"That would be myself. I'm Ren."
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!"Mother said you could help me with my power. It causes death and corruption, and interferes with my ability to be happy."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*You roll 1d4 per day at level 1 right?*
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Is e e eirmseachd nas fhaide na tomhas an ulaidh as motha a th’ aig duine!"Well, how does it work?" The Child paces back and forth slowly. The Mother sits back down on the stump, and continues to read from the book.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"My name is Zephyrus. This is... Excellent work"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
*Anyone else wanna RP?*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
*I kinda like this plot but if at any point anyone wants to stop it, just lmk.*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*yup*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
no no no 2d4
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*nvm*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"Well, my power seems to be corrupted. It spreads diseases and causes decay, and my presence causes corruption."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Mmmm. And you are sure that it was corrupted? What or who corrupted it?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"I think it just... came that way. A god of decay and corruption, no matter their kindness, must fill the role. Perhaps the world itself?"
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Well, then your powers never got corrupted, and are merely fulfilling their intended purpose. I suppose the trouble would then be an inability to control when you're using it, no?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"I guess..."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Well then. That narrows things down. Your powers are instinctual, correct? You do not actively try to make something happen?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
*Casually beginning on here*
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Wes (he/him): 14 y/o bisected bisexual + general f*ckup
Weep for yourself, my man
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep, little lion man, you're not as brave as you were at the start...
|------extended sig------|
*cut with Gonz*
"Yeah. I'd never try to hurt someone..."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"Alright. Just one more question. What species is your body?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!