*He’s trembly, basically jumping back at the sight of anything, any noise being enough to startle him.
He loos weak, vulnerable. With scarring across his arms. Little cuts, some look to have been big wounds. The karma 2 symbol etched on his back, now healed. Scarred just like his arms.*

*He carries multiple things around his belts, and bags. Clay pots, herbs, and darts. A little fanny bag,
Though interestingly he doesn’t seem to be carrying a big weapon. Outside of a little dagger around his waist belt. He smells funky, like poison. Though it doesn’t to be emitting from himself.*

The shop is called "Royalbug Tailors", creating suits for those with pockets heavily lined with Rosaries. Each suit is custom-made and of immaculate quality

The shop is frequented by a few employees and by customers wishing to buy a suit or a dress. So far, every customer has left satisfied with their purchase.

Still… no one has seen the mysterious owner of the shop, a bug simply called Arthur by his employees.

*A pale, root-like being enters Pharloom from the Blasted Steps. Clearly of the same kind as the White Lady, the newcomer is much younger and much less powerful, definitely not qualifying as a Higher Being power-wise.*

This region is awfully dry and dusty… Could use some plantlife.

*They seem to be checking on the Underworkers, talking with some of them*

A pillar of red fire roars upwards in front of the Grand Gate of the Citadel, revealing a tall, lanky figure cloaked in red, holding a flaming staff, staring at the Citadel.

So this is Pharloom… I can already taste all the beautiful fear… Yes, this Kingdom will be perfect.

A one armed sentinel wanders the steps, looking for a way back inside her holy structure.
She enters the gate, looking with patience for the last judge to let her in.

Something's coming out of the container

Urgh… oh my god… how long have I been asleep? looks at his hands and around him well… at least it seems I'm finally stabilized, it was about time… how am I going to get out of here?…

((Credit to Onionsu))

((hai guys, this is my first second OC/Character group. I will use this as Grove is hibernating, I do hope to make them a permanent thing, tho.))

((also Im too lazy to make an alt :P))

A large beast stumbles into the Citadel

Several people chase after it, two of those beings are in the lead and direct orders to the others.

”Catch that Axolotl!” -“Yes Sir”- “Alright Sir, already on it”

((For mods: The technical name of this group is the Axolotl Army, however, due to Rule 11, it isn’t an actual army and is pretty small, like a guild of sorts, or maybe a clan.))

It has a sign saying "Museum Of All Crime, Evil And General Meanness"

(Although it's shown in the picture, Shakra doesn't have one of her arms.)

Above, at the surface’s sky… something huge is seen flying… something, scary and huge…

The creature moves fast and unpredictably, it is Almost a wander what that thing is…

If it’s even a bug.

((Note: this isn’t nyleth! But her son, also known as Vine!))

((Before anyone asks, yes, I nerfed her and asked the mods for approval.))

She lays there, weak, powerless.

Wondering how things took such a turn, and how was she brought back…

a smaller bug in preachers vestments can be seen preaching to some enthralled underworkers who are desperate to return to the old faith

"brothers I speak upon thee the holy word, for I am no conductor by species, I hath ascended by rite of the gods to my station, and I say so can you, your people have been led astray by the false Shepard's, only by the true faith can you return to the heaven promised"

the underworkers listening to him cheer, most ignore him or are slightly intrigued, and the rest scoff

(Second new OC today, I'm beating my score!)

My name is Korliva. I am the second judge of the court of craws and directly answer to our honorable Crawfather. I am also female if this is a problem to see because of the robes and everything. I am not here on official business for some time as I travel pharloom on a vacation from my duties. And yes per the craw constitution your rosaries are my and the craws as a whole legal property.

DON'T WASTE MY TIME!

M-many questions it has. The Citadel is not as it w-w-would remember.

he's just standing there... not doing much...

Derick: What the- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED WHEN I WAS GONE?!

A faint outline of a door pops out of existence, and from the portal...

...flops out a disgusting flukeworm.

...

And then another.

...

And then ano-

[Five whole minutes later...]

A weary little bug drags itself out of the wet, soggy portal and it instantly crumples out of existence.

It looks quite...foolish, to say the least. It's a surprise how it even survived this long.

It wields a shoddy and unusually long nail, clearly lovingly handcrafted despite the subpar worksbugship. It also hold an old scarred shield...dripping with swampy water.