*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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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*
“A shame. The taste is quite nice.” She leads the way, waiting for the tree to follow.
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!"
Arachnis’s eyes dart around, looking for the source of sound, before noticing Ari’shal. “Who are you? And how do you know of this jar?” His voice trembles a little when mentioning the jar, and he picks at the silk woven into his skin.
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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
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.”
"The god's name is ignis, he lives in a volcano. It shouldn't be hard to find. One more thing. Your villagers... Had many exellent traits. A mark of a great creator..."
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?*
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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*
“A shame. The taste is quite nice.” She leads the way, waiting for the tree to follow.
The tree, which looks less and less like a tree every second, follows, avoiding stepping on any plants.
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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!"
Arachnis’s eyes dart around, looking for the source of sound, before noticing Ari’shal. “Who are you? And how do you know of this jar?” His voice trembles a little when mentioning the jar, and he picks at the silk woven into his skin.
Ari'shal smiles. "No need to be so afraid. Though I don't mind it... heh. My name is Ari'shal, and some god with a jellyfish on their head came by searching for that very jar." They pace slightly, walking along the canopy as if gravity had simply reversed for them.
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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!"
Arachnis’s eyes dart around, looking for the source of sound, before noticing Ari’shal. “Who are you? And how do you know of this jar?” His voice trembles a little when mentioning the jar, and he picks at the silk woven into his skin.
Ari'shal smiles. "No need to be so afraid. Though I don't mind it... heh. My name is Ari'shal, and some god with a jellyfish on their head came by searching for that very jar." They pace slightly, walking along the canopy as if gravity had simply reversed for them.
Arachnis whispers to nobody in particular “God with a Jellyfish?” And then resumes “Anyone looking for this must know how horrible it is. It absorbs any light you put near it and when you touch it….” Arachnis shudders “It fills me with some great evil. Horrible.” He moves the jar towards Ari’shal before saying “Try open it.”
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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
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?”
“I’ll show you.” Ren whistles and sharp thorns come out of every surface imaginable, gleaming with poison. They then retract when she whistles again.
”I and my comrades are immune, but the enemies? Not so much.”
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...
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!"
Arachnis’s eyes dart around, looking for the source of sound, before noticing Ari’shal. “Who are you? And how do you know of this jar?” His voice trembles a little when mentioning the jar, and he picks at the silk woven into his skin.
Ari'shal smiles. "No need to be so afraid. Though I don't mind it... heh. My name is Ari'shal, and some god with a jellyfish on their head came by searching for that very jar." They pace slightly, walking along the canopy as if gravity had simply reversed for them.
Arachnis whispers to nobody in particular “God with a Jellyfish?” And then resumes “Anyone looking for this must know how horrible it is. It absorbs any light you put near it and when you touch it….” Arachnis shudders “It fills me with some great evil. Horrible.” He moves the jar towards Ari’shal before saying “Try open it.”
Ari'shal smiles. "Sounds lovely!" They chuckle. "Alright." A single patchwork fabric arm stretches from Ari'shal's form, bringing the jar up to "eye level". "Hmmm..." They reach out a wickedly clawed arm, the first actual arm they have used since coming here, grasping the top of the jar, and twisting. As they tried to open it, they said conversationally, "Do you mind if I take this to the person looking for it? She seemed rather panicked." After a moment, they whispered, "not like you could stop me..."
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!"
Arachnis’s eyes dart around, looking for the source of sound, before noticing Ari’shal. “Who are you? And how do you know of this jar?” His voice trembles a little when mentioning the jar, and he picks at the silk woven into his skin.
Ari'shal smiles. "No need to be so afraid. Though I don't mind it... heh. My name is Ari'shal, and some god with a jellyfish on their head came by searching for that very jar." They pace slightly, walking along the canopy as if gravity had simply reversed for them.
Arachnis whispers to nobody in particular “God with a Jellyfish?” And then resumes “Anyone looking for this must know how horrible it is. It absorbs any light you put near it and when you touch it….” Arachnis shudders “It fills me with some great evil. Horrible.” He moves the jar towards Ari’shal before saying “Try open it.”
Ari'shal smiles. "Sounds lovely!" They chuckle. "Alright." A single patchwork fabric arm stretches from Ari'shal's form, bringing the jar up to "eye level". "Hmmm..." They reach out a wickedly clawed arm, the first actual arm they have used since coming here, grasping the top of the jar, and twisting. As they tried to open it, they said conversationally, "Do you mind if I take this to the person looking for it? She seemed rather panicked." After a moment, they whispered, "not like you could stop me..."
Arachnis’ gold eyes seem to tarnish for a second before he shakes his head, seemingly unable to speak. With a great deal of effort, he speaks in a shaky voice. “I have to see what’s inside it. Maybe, if it’s something horrible, we might be able to stop it from escaping.”
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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
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!"
Arachnis’s eyes dart around, looking for the source of sound, before noticing Ari’shal. “Who are you? And how do you know of this jar?” His voice trembles a little when mentioning the jar, and he picks at the silk woven into his skin.
Ari'shal smiles. "No need to be so afraid. Though I don't mind it... heh. My name is Ari'shal, and some god with a jellyfish on their head came by searching for that very jar." They pace slightly, walking along the canopy as if gravity had simply reversed for them.
Arachnis whispers to nobody in particular “God with a Jellyfish?” And then resumes “Anyone looking for this must know how horrible it is. It absorbs any light you put near it and when you touch it….” Arachnis shudders “It fills me with some great evil. Horrible.” He moves the jar towards Ari’shal before saying “Try open it.”
Ari'shal smiles. "Sounds lovely!" They chuckle. "Alright." A single patchwork fabric arm stretches from Ari'shal's form, bringing the jar up to "eye level". "Hmmm..." They reach out a wickedly clawed arm, the first actual arm they have used since coming here, grasping the top of the jar, and twisting. As they tried to open it, they said conversationally, "Do you mind if I take this to the person looking for it? She seemed rather panicked." After a moment, they whispered, "not like you could stop me..."
Arachnis’ gold eyes seem to tarnish for a second before he shakes his head, seemingly unable to speak. With a great deal of effort, he speaks in a shaky voice. “I have to see what’s inside it. Maybe, if it’s something horrible, we might be able to stop it from escaping.”
"Hrm... Perhaps you could try cutting the top off?" They muttered, still audible but barely, "We could always just ask Umbra what is inside of it... Ah well."
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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!"
Arachnis’s eyes dart around, looking for the source of sound, before noticing Ari’shal. “Who are you? And how do you know of this jar?” His voice trembles a little when mentioning the jar, and he picks at the silk woven into his skin.
Ari'shal smiles. "No need to be so afraid. Though I don't mind it... heh. My name is Ari'shal, and some god with a jellyfish on their head came by searching for that very jar." They pace slightly, walking along the canopy as if gravity had simply reversed for them.
Arachnis whispers to nobody in particular “God with a Jellyfish?” And then resumes “Anyone looking for this must know how horrible it is. It absorbs any light you put near it and when you touch it….” Arachnis shudders “It fills me with some great evil. Horrible.” He moves the jar towards Ari’shal before saying “Try open it.”
Ari'shal smiles. "Sounds lovely!" They chuckle. "Alright." A single patchwork fabric arm stretches from Ari'shal's form, bringing the jar up to "eye level". "Hmmm..." They reach out a wickedly clawed arm, the first actual arm they have used since coming here, grasping the top of the jar, and twisting. As they tried to open it, they said conversationally, "Do you mind if I take this to the person looking for it? She seemed rather panicked." After a moment, they whispered, "not like you could stop me..."
Arachnis’ gold eyes seem to tarnish for a second before he shakes his head, seemingly unable to speak. With a great deal of effort, he speaks in a shaky voice. “I have to see what’s inside it. Maybe, if it’s something horrible, we might be able to stop it from escaping.”
"Hrm... Perhaps you could try cutting the top off?" They muttered, still audible but barely, "We could always just ask Umbra what is inside of it... Ah well."
Arachnis looks at the jar, then whispers “My scythe would’ve been perfect for this… Guess I’ll just have to use my silk.” Arachnis’ spider legs retract into his back with a horrific split, and a moment later, the silk woven into his arms erupt outwards, forming a razor sharp blade that cuts open the jar.
The light within the jar flashes outward, taking a humanoid shape before you hear a loud thud. A suit of armor is slumped over on the floor, fashioned to look like a court jester’s outfit with a masquerade mask. The suit rises, as though guided by a phantom hand, before a loud giggle echoes from inside the suit. “I see that smartypants must’ve lost me! Well.. who have we here? A tricksy little Lolth-child and whoever could you be?” It points at Ari’shal.
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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
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!"
Arachnis’s eyes dart around, looking for the source of sound, before noticing Ari’shal. “Who are you? And how do you know of this jar?” His voice trembles a little when mentioning the jar, and he picks at the silk woven into his skin.
Ari'shal smiles. "No need to be so afraid. Though I don't mind it... heh. My name is Ari'shal, and some god with a jellyfish on their head came by searching for that very jar." They pace slightly, walking along the canopy as if gravity had simply reversed for them.
Arachnis whispers to nobody in particular “God with a Jellyfish?” And then resumes “Anyone looking for this must know how horrible it is. It absorbs any light you put near it and when you touch it….” Arachnis shudders “It fills me with some great evil. Horrible.” He moves the jar towards Ari’shal before saying “Try open it.”
Ari'shal smiles. "Sounds lovely!" They chuckle. "Alright." A single patchwork fabric arm stretches from Ari'shal's form, bringing the jar up to "eye level". "Hmmm..." They reach out a wickedly clawed arm, the first actual arm they have used since coming here, grasping the top of the jar, and twisting. As they tried to open it, they said conversationally, "Do you mind if I take this to the person looking for it? She seemed rather panicked." After a moment, they whispered, "not like you could stop me..."
Arachnis’ gold eyes seem to tarnish for a second before he shakes his head, seemingly unable to speak. With a great deal of effort, he speaks in a shaky voice. “I have to see what’s inside it. Maybe, if it’s something horrible, we might be able to stop it from escaping.”
"Hrm... Perhaps you could try cutting the top off?" They muttered, still audible but barely, "We could always just ask Umbra what is inside of it... Ah well."
Arachnis looks at the jar, then whispers “My scythe would’ve been perfect for this… Guess I’ll just have to use my silk.” Arachnis’ spider legs retract into his back with a horrific split, and a moment later, the silk woven into his arms erupt outwards, forming a razor sharp blade that cuts open the jar.
The light within the jar flashes outward, taking a humanoid shape before you hear a loud thud. A suit of armor is slumped over on the floor, fashioned to look like a court jester’s outfit with a masquerade mask. The suit rises, as though guided by a phantom hand, before a loud giggle echoes from inside the suit. “I see that smartypants must’ve lost me! Well.. who have we here? A tricksy little Lolth-child and whoever could you be?” It points at Ari’shal.
Ari'shal sighs. "Lovely. A jester. Juuust great." They yawn before replying, "My name is Ari'shal. Who are you? And how do we put you back in that jar?"
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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
“A shame. The taste is quite nice.” She leads the way, waiting for the tree to follow.
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
Arachnis’s eyes dart around, looking for the source of sound, before noticing Ari’shal. “Who are you? And how do you know of this jar?” His voice trembles a little when mentioning the jar, and he picks at the silk woven into his skin.
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
*gtg baiiiii*
he/they
gods' vision
read castoff it’s a great webcomic :3
"The god's name is ignis, he lives in a volcano. It shouldn't be hard to find. One more thing. Your villagers... Had many exellent traits. A mark of a great creator..."
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
She/they
*what are ability points used for?*
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)
The tree, which looks less and less like a tree every second, follows, avoiding stepping on any plants.
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)
Ari'shal smiles. "No need to be so afraid. Though I don't mind it... heh. My name is Ari'shal, and some god with a jellyfish on their head came by searching for that very jar." They pace slightly, walking along the canopy as if gravity had simply reversed for them.
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)
Arachnis whispers to nobody in particular “God with a Jellyfish?” And then resumes “Anyone looking for this must know how horrible it is. It absorbs any light you put near it and when you touch it….” Arachnis shudders “It fills me with some great evil. Horrible.” He moves the jar towards Ari’shal before saying “Try open it.”
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
“I’ll show you.” Ren whistles and sharp thorns come out of every surface imaginable, gleaming with poison. They then retract when she whistles again.
”I and my comrades are immune, but the enemies? Not so much.”
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...Ari'shal smiles. "Sounds lovely!" They chuckle. "Alright." A single patchwork fabric arm stretches from Ari'shal's form, bringing the jar up to "eye level". "Hmmm..." They reach out a wickedly clawed arm, the first actual arm they have used since coming here, grasping the top of the jar, and twisting. As they tried to open it, they said conversationally, "Do you mind if I take this to the person looking for it? She seemed rather panicked." After a moment, they whispered, "not like you could stop me..."
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)
Arachnis’ gold eyes seem to tarnish for a second before he shakes his head, seemingly unable to speak. With a great deal of effort, he speaks in a shaky voice. “I have to see what’s inside it. Maybe, if it’s something horrible, we might be able to stop it from escaping.”
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
"Hrm... Perhaps you could try cutting the top off?" They muttered, still audible but barely, "We could always just ask Umbra what is inside of it... Ah well."
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)
Construct: 39
12
Tempus: 30
15
Bellumor: 30
10
Guess what? Another account of void
FREEDOM AT LAST, FREEDOM FROM THE BEING WHO CAUSED THE MINDS OF THE WEAKER TO BE CONSUMED
Arachnis looks at the jar, then whispers “My scythe would’ve been perfect for this… Guess I’ll just have to use my silk.” Arachnis’ spider legs retract into his back with a horrific split, and a moment later, the silk woven into his arms erupt outwards, forming a razor sharp blade that cuts open the jar.
The light within the jar flashes outward, taking a humanoid shape before you hear a loud thud. A suit of armor is slumped over on the floor, fashioned to look like a court jester’s outfit with a masquerade mask. The suit rises, as though guided by a phantom hand, before a loud giggle echoes from inside the suit. “I see that smartypants must’ve lost me! Well.. who have we here? A tricksy little Lolth-child and whoever could you be?” It points at Ari’shal.
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
Ari'shal sighs. "Lovely. A jester. Juuust great." They yawn before replying, "My name is Ari'shal. Who are you? And how do we put you back in that jar?"
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)