Zaza pulls out a telescope, and tries to get a better look at the three figures
Zaza sees three old ladies in tweeds, doing their knitting atop the platform. Two angels stand before them and knelt between them in extreme pain is the man Zaza saw earlier having his legs broken and bring dragged off.
"Guys..I read about this in a story book. Those are the fates."
Alloy scuttles through the crowd, which is composed of various people, ducking between their legs and avoiding being trampled underfoot. These feet they're dodging are covered in sand, they've obviously been walking to this place for a very long time.
As they grow closer, they begin to make out the scene in more detail. The door set into the gate is guarded by a half dozen serious-looking angels. To one side of it is a raised wooden platform, where the three figures are seated. Now that Alloy is closer, they can make out three old women in tweeds, knitting. The man who you saw having his legs broken earlier is dragged in front of them by two more angels
*Size of a large coin, so WAYY TOO BIG FOR YAM*
Alloy will stare at the old women for a moment. Telepathically, they'll say to Aovin: "So what do we do now?"
"Watch I guess," He says back, invisible
As you two watch, you see the old ladies discussing something, but standing on the edge of the crowd you're still too far from the platform to hear their words.
Alloy sighs. If I hold onto this rock, can you throw me? They clamber onto a rough, tiny stone. Spiders are immune to fall damage.
("You sure that's safe?") He asks, picking up the rock, ("we could just carry you iver....")
I just... don't want anyone to notice you and hurt you.
("I won't get hurt. I'm more worried given you're a spider")
Alloy scuttles through the crowd, which is composed of various people, ducking between their legs and avoiding being trampled underfoot. These feet they're dodging are covered in sand, they've obviously been walking to this place for a very long time.
As they grow closer, they begin to make out the scene in more detail. The door set into the gate is guarded by a half dozen serious-looking angels. To one side of it is a raised wooden platform, where the three figures are seated. Now that Alloy is closer, they can make out three old women in tweeds, knitting. The man who you saw having his legs broken earlier is dragged in front of them by two more angels
*Size of a large coin, so WAYY TOO BIG FOR YAM*
Alloy will stare at the old women for a moment. Telepathically, they'll say to Aovin: "So what do we do now?"
"Watch I guess," He says back, invisible
As you two watch, you see the old ladies discussing something, but standing on the edge of the crowd you're still too far from the platform to hear their words.
Alloy sighs. If I hold onto this rock, can you throw me? They clamber onto a rough, tiny stone. Spiders are immune to fall damage.
("You sure that's safe?") He asks, picking up the rock, ("we could just carry you iver....")
I just... don't want anyone to notice you and hurt you.
("I won't get hurt. I'm more worried given you're a spider")
Hmph. At least you're nice worried, unlike Zaza. She would have me rot to death in a cage.
Zaza pulls out a telescope, and tries to get a better look at the three figures
Zaza sees three old ladies in tweeds, doing their knitting atop the platform. Two angels stand before them and knelt between them in extreme pain is the man Zaza saw earlier having his legs broken and bring dragged off.
"Guys..I read about this in a story book. Those are the fates."
“The what?”
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Zaza pulls out a telescope, and tries to get a better look at the three figures
Zaza sees three old ladies in tweeds, doing their knitting atop the platform. Two angels stand before them and knelt between them in extreme pain is the man Zaza saw earlier having his legs broken and bring dragged off.
"Guys..I read about this in a story book. Those are the fates."
“The what?”
"The huh?"
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
Alloy scuttles through the crowd, which is composed of various people, ducking between their legs and avoiding being trampled underfoot. These feet they're dodging are covered in sand, they've obviously been walking to this place for a very long time.
As they grow closer, they begin to make out the scene in more detail. The door set into the gate is guarded by a half dozen serious-looking angels. To one side of it is a raised wooden platform, where the three figures are seated. Now that Alloy is closer, they can make out three old women in tweeds, knitting. The man who you saw having his legs broken earlier is dragged in front of them by two more angels
*Size of a large coin, so WAYY TOO BIG FOR YAM*
Alloy will stare at the old women for a moment. Telepathically, they'll say to Aovin: "So what do we do now?"
"Watch I guess," He says back, invisible
As you two watch, you see the old ladies discussing something, but standing on the edge of the crowd you're still too far from the platform to hear their words.
Alloy sighs. If I hold onto this rock, can you throw me? They clamber onto a rough, tiny stone. Spiders are immune to fall damage.
("You sure that's safe?") He asks, picking up the rock, ("we could just carry you iver....")
I just... don't want anyone to notice you and hurt you.
("I won't get hurt. I'm more worried given you're a spider")
Hmph. At least you're nice worried, unlike Zaza. She would have me rot to death in a cage.
Zaza pulls out a telescope, and tries to get a better look at the three figures
Zaza sees three old ladies in tweeds, doing their knitting atop the platform. Two angels stand before them and knelt between them in extreme pain is the man Zaza saw earlier having his legs broken and bring dragged off.
"Guys..I read about this in a story book. Those are the fates."
“The what?”
"The huh?"
"Old ladies. They make heart shaped cookies, and like sewing. Not a threat."
Zaza pulls out a telescope, and tries to get a better look at the three figures
Zaza sees three old ladies in tweeds, doing their knitting atop the platform. Two angels stand before them and knelt between them in extreme pain is the man Zaza saw earlier having his legs broken and bring dragged off.
"Guys..I read about this in a story book. Those are the fates."
“The what?”
"The huh?"
"Old ladies. They make heart shaped cookies, and like sewing. Not a threat."
"They sound despicable."
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Zaza pulls out a telescope, and tries to get a better look at the three figures
Zaza sees three old ladies in tweeds, doing their knitting atop the platform. Two angels stand before them and knelt between them in extreme pain is the man Zaza saw earlier having his legs broken and bring dragged off.
"Guys..I read about this in a story book. Those are the fates."
“The what?”
"The huh?"
"Old ladies. They make heart shaped cookies, and like sewing. Not a threat."
"Heart-shaped cookies? Eww, gross. Just go ahead and eat an actual heart."
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
Zaza pulls out a telescope, and tries to get a better look at the three figures
Zaza sees three old ladies in tweeds, doing their knitting atop the platform. Two angels stand before them and knelt between them in extreme pain is the man Zaza saw earlier having his legs broken and bring dragged off.
"Guys..I read about this in a story book. Those are the fates."
“The what?”
"The huh?"
"Old ladies. They make heart shaped cookies, and like sewing. Not a threat."
*Sewing is creating or repairing attire or other fabric, isn't it? Don't the fates spin threads?*
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"Old ladies. They make heart shaped cookies, and like sewing. Not a threat."
Caiman doesn’t look sure. “We don’t know that. They look pretty important- even if they’re not a threat, their angels might be. I suggest we either try to speak with them, charm them, or disguise our way through. What do you think?”
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"Old ladies. They make heart shaped cookies, and like sewing. Not a threat."
Caiman doesn’t look sure. “We don’t know that. They look pretty important- even if they’re not a threat, their angels might be. I suggest we either try to speak with them, charm them, or disguise our way through. What do you think?”
"Did someone say... charm?" Aris grins maniacally, wiggling their eyebrows.
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
*There is, in fact, an official spider stat block. 16*
*Well well well, my predictions just happen to be insanely good*
Okay so alloy jumps off the rock just before it hits the platform and scuttles under the table the three ladies are sitting at. They can't really see what's going on, but now they can hear it.
The three ladies seem to be coming to a judgement for this man. In a high, frail voice, the first says, "You stole your parents' savings, leaving them destitute in their old age. You then squandered the money on lavish living and when the money began to run dry, you conned other family members into entrusting you with funds. You had no intention to pay back this money and knew full well that it would ruin them."
The second continues, "When I brought you to this place from a bar fight one Monday night, you ran three times from angels sent to bring you here, refusing to receive sentence."
Finally the third finishes, "You will be taken to Hell to receive your punishment. You would rather exploit others than seek to help them and I judge that you shall only do tasks to benefit others from now on. You shall be that one intern who gets everyone's coffee, at Sisyphus Inc."
The angels drag him away, through the gate to Hell, escorting him to eternal torment of giving coffee to office workers for no wages.
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Chilling kinda vibe.
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"Guys..I read about this in a story book. Those are the fates."
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("I won't get hurt. I'm more worried given you're a spider")
Hmph. At least you're nice worried, unlike Zaza. She would have me rot to death in a cage.
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“The what?”
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"The huh?"
("Yeah, I know...")
"Old ladies. They make heart shaped cookies, and like sewing. Not a threat."
N/A
"They sound despicable."
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"Heart-shaped cookies? Eww, gross. Just go ahead and eat an actual heart."
*Sewing is creating or repairing attire or other fabric, isn't it? Don't the fates spin threads?*
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*Well I mean these guys are knitting, so they don't even sew 👀*
Chilling kinda vibe.
*right, so has Aovin hoyed Alloy onto the platform?*
Chilling kinda vibe.
Caiman doesn’t look sure. “We don’t know that. They look pretty important- even if they’re not a threat, their angels might be. I suggest we either try to speak with them, charm them, or disguise our way through. What do you think?”
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——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
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"Did someone say... charm?" Aris grins maniacally, wiggling their eyebrows.
A couple of kids give them a weird look and take a few steps away from Aris
Chilling kinda vibe.
*I'd assume so*
Alloy scuttles up behind one of the knitters.
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
Okay can I have Alloy make a dexterity save, to avoid being smushed by a rock?
Don't think there are any normal spider stat blocks so we'll call it a +2 Dex bonus
Chilling kinda vibe.
*There is, in fact, an official spider stat block. 9*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
Aris doesn't pay attention to them.
*Well well well, my predictions just happen to be insanely good*
Okay so alloy jumps off the rock just before it hits the platform and scuttles under the table the three ladies are sitting at. They can't really see what's going on, but now they can hear it.
The three ladies seem to be coming to a judgement for this man. In a high, frail voice, the first says, "You stole your parents' savings, leaving them destitute in their old age. You then squandered the money on lavish living and when the money began to run dry, you conned other family members into entrusting you with funds. You had no intention to pay back this money and knew full well that it would ruin them."
The second continues, "When I brought you to this place from a bar fight one Monday night, you ran three times from angels sent to bring you here, refusing to receive sentence."
Finally the third finishes, "You will be taken to Hell to receive your punishment. You would rather exploit others than seek to help them and I judge that you shall only do tasks to benefit others from now on. You shall be that one intern who gets everyone's coffee, at Sisyphus Inc."
The angels drag him away, through the gate to Hell, escorting him to eternal torment of giving coffee to office workers for no wages.
Chilling kinda vibe.