*I’d be up for it! May have to go in less than an hour tho.*
*Alrighty! WOuld you like to intro or should I?*
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*I’ll intro the characters I’d like to use and you can choose which one suits your fancy.*
Bríz is setting up a training ground. They’ve already set up a small area for themself, and they fire bullets quickly at an armored training dummy, always hitting their mark.
Eden’s forest has grown yet again. Eyes seem to stare out from the trees, and she herself can be heard humming from the center, even though the center is miles away.
Percival is being a Disney princess and singing to the plants to help them grow.
Quintin is training his followers.
OOOOOO Eden sounds funnnnn
One more tree sprouts in that deadly forest. Though it might just be ones imagination, for whenever they turn to look at it, it is gone. But it is there, a black tree with blood-red sap, carefully creeping through the forest.
Eden has been making her rounds through the forest. When she eventually stumbles across the tree, she makes note of it and then continues on. The second time, she nods to it politely. The third, she waves.
It waves back, its branches creaking in a non-existent wind. (imagine this happening to a mortal though lol, they'd have a heart attack XD)
*lmao*
“I find it would be easier to speak if you took your true form. Don’t you think?” She asks. “But it is nice to meet another god. I am Eden, protector of nature.”
"Perhaps it wood. Ehehehe. But I find myself rather attached to this form." The tree warps and cracks, an impression of Ari'shal's form now seen in the bark. "It is lovely to meet you as well!" The tree 'smiles'
She chuckles. “Nice to meet you as well. You’re quite entertaining. What should I call you, tree-being? I sense you deal out curses as well.”
"Why thank you!" The tree does its best impression of taking a bow *finally, a chance to make Ari'shal unserious* "My name is Ari'shal, though Aril will do just fine. And yes, I believe I do."
“Ari’shal. Does the name mean anything, or is it just a moniker? Also perhaps we should discuss curses sometime. I fear my creativity has not sparked yet-the only curse I can think of is madness to all who threaten my forest.”
"It is a simple moniker." The 'tree' pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before continuing. "That would be fun. Personally, I suggest a curse that slowly turns all afflicted into trees."
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"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Threadand the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed. Pronouns: They/It
Arachnis is sitting under a beautiful silken canopy, working on something. His 4 spider legs are tinkering and moving around a pretty large glass jar, while his hands fiddle with a light source which doesn’t seem to be able to turn on.
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Hiii :3
15yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias. also play dbd but not much
Tokyo Ghoul is peak cinema, resident evil is the best, Creep is a good horror movie
*I’d be up for it! May have to go in less than an hour tho.*
*Alrighty! WOuld you like to intro or should I?*
12
*I’ll intro the characters I’d like to use and you can choose which one suits your fancy.*
Bríz is setting up a training ground. They’ve already set up a small area for themself, and they fire bullets quickly at an armored training dummy, always hitting their mark.
Eden’s forest has grown yet again. Eyes seem to stare out from the trees, and she herself can be heard humming from the center, even though the center is miles away.
Percival is being a Disney princess and singing to the plants to help them grow.
Quintin is training his followers.
OOOOOO Eden sounds funnnnn
One more tree sprouts in that deadly forest. Though it might just be ones imagination, for whenever they turn to look at it, it is gone. But it is there, a black tree with blood-red sap, carefully creeping through the forest.
Eden has been making her rounds through the forest. When she eventually stumbles across the tree, she makes note of it and then continues on. The second time, she nods to it politely. The third, she waves.
It waves back, its branches creaking in a non-existent wind. (imagine this happening to a mortal though lol, they'd have a heart attack XD)
*lmao*
“I find it would be easier to speak if you took your true form. Don’t you think?” She asks. “But it is nice to meet another god. I am Eden, protector of nature.”
"Perhaps it wood. Ehehehe. But I find myself rather attached to this form." The tree warps and cracks, an impression of Ari'shal's form now seen in the bark. "It is lovely to meet you as well!" The tree 'smiles'
She chuckles. “Nice to meet you as well. You’re quite entertaining. What should I call you, tree-being? I sense you deal out curses as well.”
"Why thank you!" The tree does its best impression of taking a bow *finally, a chance to make Ari'shal unserious* "My name is Ari'shal, though Aril will do just fine. And yes, I believe I do."
“Ari’shal. Does the name mean anything, or is it just a moniker? Also perhaps we should discuss curses sometime. I fear my creativity has not sparked yet-the only curse I can think of is madness to all who threaten my forest.”
"It is a simple moniker." The 'tree' pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before continuing. "That would be fun. Personally, I suggest a curse that slowly turns all afflicted into trees."
She claps, beaming. “Oh that would be excellent! Thank you for the idea, Ari’shal! Hm… this will be quite amusing…”
Ren is leaping from branch to branch, batting at birds in the treetops.
A soft and feminine voice speaks from under Ren. “It is unique to see another forest. Yours is far less treacherous than mine.” When Ren looks down, she sees a tall dark armored figure with vines binding the armor to her body. The vines seem to grow from her exposed skin.
Ren’s eyes widen. “Oh. Who are you?”
“I am Eden. It is quite nice to meet you. Who would you be?”
“I’m Ren. Nice to meet you as well.”
“I happened to notice your forest isn’t well protected. I know mine may be a bit… extreme, but no brambles or thorns blocking possible entrances? No mazes of trees? It all seems like a disaster waiting to happen.”
“I mean. You don’t know the critters that live here. I can raise thorns if an attack comes.”
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
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!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
Bríz shakes it. “The pleasure is all mine. I am Bríz.”
"You already know me. Could you pass a message to my brother, if you please?"
“Can you not reach out to him yourself? But yes, I can. It won’t be a problem. What’s the message?”
"Well, you heard this from me, there's a dreadfully rude god of fire out there, and he has a metal that can kill avatars. It might... Serve you to... Aquire it."
Elsewhere, where Ari'shal first came into the world...
The ground cracks, spiderwebbing, as parts simply rise into the air, rocks suspended in the air by an invisible force. Other times, patches of ground simply vanish, leaving pits toward an endless abyss. Rifts splinter open , tearing through reality itself as shadow powers from them, like some form of waterfall. Watchers step from some of these rifts, walking through the unnatural biome like they owned the place. Asphodel and nightshade bloomed along the ground, turning the entire place into a flower field. Black, crackling seeds bounce from the rifts, coming to rest in the soil, where they would begin to grow.
-20 CP
28
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"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Threadand the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed. Pronouns: They/It
Bríz shakes it. “The pleasure is all mine. I am Bríz.”
"You already know me. Could you pass a message to my brother, if you please?"
“Can you not reach out to him yourself? But yes, I can. It won’t be a problem. What’s the message?”
"Well, you heard this from me, there's a dreadfully rude god of fire out there, and he has a metal that can kill avatars. It might... Serve you to... Aquire it."
“Quite audacious. I will pass on the message. Thank you.”
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul. Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested "God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Threadand the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed. Pronouns: They/It
Ren is leaping from branch to branch, batting at birds in the treetops.
A soft and feminine voice speaks from under Ren. “It is unique to see another forest. Yours is far less treacherous than mine.” When Ren looks down, she sees a tall dark armored figure with vines binding the armor to her body. The vines seem to grow from her exposed skin.
Ren’s eyes widen. “Oh. Who are you?”
“I am Eden. It is quite nice to meet you. Who would you be?”
“I’m Ren. Nice to meet you as well.”
“I happened to notice your forest isn’t well protected. I know mine may be a bit… extreme, but no brambles or thorns blocking possible entrances? No mazes of trees? It all seems like a disaster waiting to happen.”
“I mean. You don’t know the critters that live here. I can raise thorns if an attack comes.”
“Ah, so the animals are the defense. Quite ingenious. I like the way you think.”
*I’d be up for it! May have to go in less than an hour tho.*
*Alrighty! WOuld you like to intro or should I?*
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*I’ll intro the characters I’d like to use and you can choose which one suits your fancy.*
Bríz is setting up a training ground. They’ve already set up a small area for themself, and they fire bullets quickly at an armored training dummy, always hitting their mark.
Eden’s forest has grown yet again. Eyes seem to stare out from the trees, and she herself can be heard humming from the center, even though the center is miles away.
Percival is being a Disney princess and singing to the plants to help them grow.
Quintin is training his followers.
OOOOOO Eden sounds funnnnn
One more tree sprouts in that deadly forest. Though it might just be ones imagination, for whenever they turn to look at it, it is gone. But it is there, a black tree with blood-red sap, carefully creeping through the forest.
Eden has been making her rounds through the forest. When she eventually stumbles across the tree, she makes note of it and then continues on. The second time, she nods to it politely. The third, she waves.
It waves back, its branches creaking in a non-existent wind. (imagine this happening to a mortal though lol, they'd have a heart attack XD)
*lmao*
“I find it would be easier to speak if you took your true form. Don’t you think?” She asks. “But it is nice to meet another god. I am Eden, protector of nature.”
"Perhaps it wood. Ehehehe. But I find myself rather attached to this form." The tree warps and cracks, an impression of Ari'shal's form now seen in the bark. "It is lovely to meet you as well!" The tree 'smiles'
She chuckles. “Nice to meet you as well. You’re quite entertaining. What should I call you, tree-being? I sense you deal out curses as well.”
"Why thank you!" The tree does its best impression of taking a bow *finally, a chance to make Ari'shal unserious* "My name is Ari'shal, though Aril will do just fine. And yes, I believe I do."
“Ari’shal. Does the name mean anything, or is it just a moniker? Also perhaps we should discuss curses sometime. I fear my creativity has not sparked yet-the only curse I can think of is madness to all who threaten my forest.”
"It is a simple moniker." The 'tree' pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before continuing. "That would be fun. Personally, I suggest a curse that slowly turns all afflicted into trees."
She claps, beaming. “Oh that would be excellent! Thank you for the idea, Ari’shal! Hm… this will be quite amusing…”
The tree grins. "You're quite welcome!"
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Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul. Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested "God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Threadand the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed. Pronouns: They/It
Arachnis is sitting under a beautiful silken canopy, working on something. His 4 spider legs are tinkering and moving around a pretty large glass jar, while his hands fiddle with a light source which doesn’t seem to be able to turn on.
A spider creeps along the canopy. Then another, then another. The spiders climb over each other, melding together into the smirking form of Ari'shal, standing upside down. "So that's where that jar went." They chuckled, before continuing. "Hello there!"
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Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul. Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested "God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Threadand the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed. Pronouns: They/It
Bríz shakes it. “The pleasure is all mine. I am Bríz.”
"You already know me. Could you pass a message to my brother, if you please?"
“Can you not reach out to him yourself? But yes, I can. It won’t be a problem. What’s the message?”
"Well, you heard this from me, there's a dreadfully rude god of fire out there, and he has a metal that can kill avatars. It might... Serve you to... Aquire it."
“Quite audacious. I will pass on the message. Thank you.”
"You may have to... Force the acquisition, but no one does that like my brother"
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul. Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested "God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Threadand the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed. Pronouns: They/It
Bríz shakes it. “The pleasure is all mine. I am Bríz.”
"You already know me. Could you pass a message to my brother, if you please?"
“Can you not reach out to him yourself? But yes, I can. It won’t be a problem. What’s the message?”
"Well, you heard this from me, there's a dreadfully rude god of fire out there, and he has a metal that can kill avatars. It might... Serve you to... Aquire it."
“Quite audacious. I will pass on the message. Thank you.”
"You may have to... Force the acquisition, but no one does that like my brother"
“Excellent. I will enjoy this. If he needs a fighter, I will be there.”
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul. Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested "God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Threadand the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed. Pronouns: They/It
*I’d be up for it! May have to go in less than an hour tho.*
*Alrighty! WOuld you like to intro or should I?*
12
*I’ll intro the characters I’d like to use and you can choose which one suits your fancy.*
Bríz is setting up a training ground. They’ve already set up a small area for themself, and they fire bullets quickly at an armored training dummy, always hitting their mark.
Eden’s forest has grown yet again. Eyes seem to stare out from the trees, and she herself can be heard humming from the center, even though the center is miles away.
Percival is being a Disney princess and singing to the plants to help them grow.
Quintin is training his followers.
OOOOOO Eden sounds funnnnn
One more tree sprouts in that deadly forest. Though it might just be ones imagination, for whenever they turn to look at it, it is gone. But it is there, a black tree with blood-red sap, carefully creeping through the forest.
Eden has been making her rounds through the forest. When she eventually stumbles across the tree, she makes note of it and then continues on. The second time, she nods to it politely. The third, she waves.
It waves back, its branches creaking in a non-existent wind. (imagine this happening to a mortal though lol, they'd have a heart attack XD)
*lmao*
“I find it would be easier to speak if you took your true form. Don’t you think?” She asks. “But it is nice to meet another god. I am Eden, protector of nature.”
"Perhaps it wood. Ehehehe. But I find myself rather attached to this form." The tree warps and cracks, an impression of Ari'shal's form now seen in the bark. "It is lovely to meet you as well!" The tree 'smiles'
She chuckles. “Nice to meet you as well. You’re quite entertaining. What should I call you, tree-being? I sense you deal out curses as well.”
"Why thank you!" The tree does its best impression of taking a bow *finally, a chance to make Ari'shal unserious* "My name is Ari'shal, though Aril will do just fine. And yes, I believe I do."
“Ari’shal. Does the name mean anything, or is it just a moniker? Also perhaps we should discuss curses sometime. I fear my creativity has not sparked yet-the only curse I can think of is madness to all who threaten my forest.”
"It is a simple moniker." The 'tree' pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before continuing. "That would be fun. Personally, I suggest a curse that slowly turns all afflicted into trees."
She claps, beaming. “Oh that would be excellent! Thank you for the idea, Ari’shal! Hm… this will be quite amusing…”
The tree grins. "You're quite welcome!"
“Would you like to come to my clearing? I have tea!”
Ren is leaping from branch to branch, batting at birds in the treetops.
A soft and feminine voice speaks from under Ren. “It is unique to see another forest. Yours is far less treacherous than mine.” When Ren looks down, she sees a tall dark armored figure with vines binding the armor to her body. The vines seem to grow from her exposed skin.
Ren’s eyes widen. “Oh. Who are you?”
“I am Eden. It is quite nice to meet you. Who would you be?”
“I’m Ren. Nice to meet you as well.”
“I happened to notice your forest isn’t well protected. I know mine may be a bit… extreme, but no brambles or thorns blocking possible entrances? No mazes of trees? It all seems like a disaster waiting to happen.”
“I mean. You don’t know the critters that live here. I can raise thorns if an attack comes.”
“Ah, so the animals are the defense. Quite ingenious. I like the way you think.”
“Yes. It’s the most inviting way, to allow visitors, but keep out enemies.”
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
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!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
*I’d be up for it! May have to go in less than an hour tho.*
*Alrighty! WOuld you like to intro or should I?*
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*I’ll intro the characters I’d like to use and you can choose which one suits your fancy.*
Bríz is setting up a training ground. They’ve already set up a small area for themself, and they fire bullets quickly at an armored training dummy, always hitting their mark.
Eden’s forest has grown yet again. Eyes seem to stare out from the trees, and she herself can be heard humming from the center, even though the center is miles away.
Percival is being a Disney princess and singing to the plants to help them grow.
Quintin is training his followers.
OOOOOO Eden sounds funnnnn
One more tree sprouts in that deadly forest. Though it might just be ones imagination, for whenever they turn to look at it, it is gone. But it is there, a black tree with blood-red sap, carefully creeping through the forest.
Eden has been making her rounds through the forest. When she eventually stumbles across the tree, she makes note of it and then continues on. The second time, she nods to it politely. The third, she waves.
It waves back, its branches creaking in a non-existent wind. (imagine this happening to a mortal though lol, they'd have a heart attack XD)
*lmao*
“I find it would be easier to speak if you took your true form. Don’t you think?” She asks. “But it is nice to meet another god. I am Eden, protector of nature.”
"Perhaps it wood. Ehehehe. But I find myself rather attached to this form." The tree warps and cracks, an impression of Ari'shal's form now seen in the bark. "It is lovely to meet you as well!" The tree 'smiles'
She chuckles. “Nice to meet you as well. You’re quite entertaining. What should I call you, tree-being? I sense you deal out curses as well.”
"Why thank you!" The tree does its best impression of taking a bow *finally, a chance to make Ari'shal unserious* "My name is Ari'shal, though Aril will do just fine. And yes, I believe I do."
“Ari’shal. Does the name mean anything, or is it just a moniker? Also perhaps we should discuss curses sometime. I fear my creativity has not sparked yet-the only curse I can think of is madness to all who threaten my forest.”
"It is a simple moniker." The 'tree' pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before continuing. "That would be fun. Personally, I suggest a curse that slowly turns all afflicted into trees."
She claps, beaming. “Oh that would be excellent! Thank you for the idea, Ari’shal! Hm… this will be quite amusing…”
The tree grins. "You're quite welcome!"
“Would you like to come to my clearing? I have tea!”
"I don't believe I can drink tea, but I won't refuse your invitation." Ari'shal smiles. *my paranoia is firing on all cylinders right now*
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Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul. Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested "God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Threadand the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed. Pronouns: They/It
Ren is leaping from branch to branch, batting at birds in the treetops.
A soft and feminine voice speaks from under Ren. “It is unique to see another forest. Yours is far less treacherous than mine.” When Ren looks down, she sees a tall dark armored figure with vines binding the armor to her body. The vines seem to grow from her exposed skin.
Ren’s eyes widen. “Oh. Who are you?”
“I am Eden. It is quite nice to meet you. Who would you be?”
“I’m Ren. Nice to meet you as well.”
“I happened to notice your forest isn’t well protected. I know mine may be a bit… extreme, but no brambles or thorns blocking possible entrances? No mazes of trees? It all seems like a disaster waiting to happen.”
“I mean. You don’t know the critters that live here. I can raise thorns if an attack comes.”
“Ah, so the animals are the defense. Quite ingenious. I like the way you think.”
“Yes. It’s the most inviting way, to allow visitors, but keep out enemies.”
“Sometimes the most cunning enemies are the visitors. How do you deal with that?”
"It is a simple moniker." The 'tree' pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before continuing. "That would be fun. Personally, I suggest a curse that slowly turns all afflicted into trees."
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul.
Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested
"God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Thread and the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed.
Pronouns: They/It
An odd puddle of ink (extended signature)
*Okk*
Arachnis is sitting under a beautiful silken canopy, working on something. His 4 spider legs are tinkering and moving around a pretty large glass jar, while his hands fiddle with a light source which doesn’t seem to be able to turn on.
Hiii :3
15yo cancer, bisexual(maybe Pan?), Genderfluid femboy, prefer She/They but don’t mind what pronouns you call me
Love all soulsbourne and soulslike games + metroidvanias. also play dbd but not much
Tokyo Ghoul is peak cinema, resident evil is the best, Creep is a good horror movie
Best movie OAT is thankskilling
She claps, beaming. “Oh that would be excellent! Thank you for the idea, Ari’shal! Hm… this will be quite amusing…”
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
“I mean. You don’t know the critters that live here. I can raise thorns if an attack comes.”
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
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!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta..."Well, you heard this from me, there's a dreadfully rude god of fire out there, and he has a metal that can kill avatars. It might... Serve you to... Aquire it."
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
Elsewhere, where Ari'shal first came into the world...
The ground cracks, spiderwebbing, as parts simply rise into the air, rocks suspended in the air by an invisible force. Other times, patches of ground simply vanish, leaving pits toward an endless abyss. Rifts splinter open , tearing through reality itself as shadow powers from them, like some form of waterfall. Watchers step from some of these rifts, walking through the unnatural biome like they owned the place. Asphodel and nightshade bloomed along the ground, turning the entire place into a flower field. Black, crackling seeds bounce from the rifts, coming to rest in the soil, where they would begin to grow.
-20 CP
28
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul.
Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested
"God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Thread and the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed.
Pronouns: They/It
An odd puddle of ink (extended signature)
“Quite audacious. I will pass on the message. Thank you.”
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
*yeah you BETTER give me 28 followers for that*
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul.
Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested
"God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Thread and the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed.
Pronouns: They/It
An odd puddle of ink (extended signature)
“Ah, so the animals are the defense. Quite ingenious. I like the way you think.”
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
*what category is it at now?*
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
The tree grins. "You're quite welcome!"
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul.
Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested
"God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Thread and the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed.
Pronouns: They/It
An odd puddle of ink (extended signature)
A spider creeps along the canopy. Then another, then another. The spiders climb over each other, melding together into the smirking form of Ari'shal, standing upside down. "So that's where that jar went." They chuckled, before continuing. "Hello there!"
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul.
Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested
"God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Thread and the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed.
Pronouns: They/It
An odd puddle of ink (extended signature)
"You may have to... Force the acquisition, but no one does that like my brother"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
*i'm checking*
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul.
Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested
"God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Thread and the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed.
Pronouns: They/It
An odd puddle of ink (extended signature)
“Excellent. I will enjoy this. If he needs a fighter, I will be there.”
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
*category 2, very close to 3*
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul.
Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested
"God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Thread and the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed.
Pronouns: They/It
An odd puddle of ink (extended signature)
“Would you like to come to my clearing? I have tea!”
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
“Yes. It’s the most inviting way, to allow visitors, but keep out enemies.”
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. They/Them.
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!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta..."I don't believe I can drink tea, but I won't refuse your invitation." Ari'shal smiles. *my paranoia is firing on all cylinders right now*
Warlocks: LostWanderingSoul.
Low price of a soul, 20 pounds of flesh, and a jellybean! (Note: The flesh does not have to be yours) PM me if you're interested
"God complex? I find it quite simple, actually."
"proud" owner of the Warlock Patron Bar/Thread and the Cult of The Thing that Lives Under Your Bed.
Pronouns: They/It
An odd puddle of ink (extended signature)
“Sometimes the most cunning enemies are the visitors. How do you deal with that?”
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3