*We survived our first battle of the campaign! Congrats, everyone!*
Now that the paladin and all his cronies are dead, Lydia takes a moment to catch her breath, using Thaumaturgy to put out whatever fires there are across the bar that she's able to. As she walks around the bar doing so, she occasionally stops to pick through the pockets of said cronies, hoping to find something of... well, maybe not value, but something possibly usable.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Now, I just got up and need some more time to plan, so now you guys get some time to recover.*
*All of you did amazing. I'm scared my boss might not hold up to you dudes.*
The bartender is trying to put out fires.
*Now I’m scared you’re going to make them stronger.*
Pimento walks over, softly bonking them over the head with the crossbow, just enough to hurt a normal person, “That’s for not tellin’ us what’s up.” Before beginning to help put out the fires, putting the crossbow on his back, angry, while looking for any loot worth taking for anyone else.
Among the vigilantes (since you are both searching) is 15 gold total, and a piece of paper with drawings of the party's faces on it.
'FIND THEM'
Pimento pockets some of the gold, only 5 pieces knowing Lydia would want the majority “Well this makes me feel better for striking first, this was gonna be a fight regardless.”
Among the vigilantes (since you are both searching) is 15 gold total, and a piece of paper with drawings of the party's faces on it.
'FIND THEM'
Lydia pockets three of the gold pieces- she would have taken more than that, but let's assume the others got to it first. "Hmm... they didn't get my face right at all." She mutters while looking at the paper, chuckling to herself before returning to putting out more fires.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Among the vigilantes (since you are both searching) is 15 gold total, and a piece of paper with drawings of the party's faces on it.
'FIND THEM'
Lydia pockets three of the gold pieces- she would have taken more than that, but let's assume the others got to it first. "Hmm... they didn't get my face right at all." She mutters while looking at the paper, chuckling to herself before returning to putting out more fires.
“I think they got it perfectly.” He chuckles, putting two pieces of gold back after seeing them only take three, helping alongside them, “They got the look of greed in your eyes just right.”
Gretel’s ladle disappears in a puff of smoke in her hand, and she jumps up on the table to look over Lydia’s shoulder as she examines the paper.
”oh, the first planned attempt on my life! Isn’t that comforting to know that they care about us?” She giggles To herself. “in all seriousness… that’s a bit alarming.”
Among the vigilantes (since you are both searching) is 15 gold total, and a piece of paper with drawings of the party's faces on it.
'FIND THEM'
Lydia pockets three of the gold pieces- she would have taken more than that, but let's assume the others got to it first. "Hmm... they didn't get my face right at all." She mutters while looking at the paper, chuckling to herself before returning to putting out more fires.
“I think they got it perfectly.” He chuckles, putting two pieces of gold back after seeing them only take three, helping alongside them, “They got the look of greed in your eyes just right.”
She cackles a bit at that, grinning to herself as she finds the two gold he put back. "They did, didn't they? They captured your smug-as-hell grin pretty well too."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Now, I just got up and need some more time to plan, so now you guys get some time to recover.*
*All of you did amazing. I'm scared my boss might not hold up to you dudes.*
The bartender is trying to put out fires.
*Now I’m scared you’re going to make them stronger.*
Pimento walks over, softly bonking them over the head with the crossbow, just enough to hurt a normal person, “That’s for not tellin’ us what’s up.” Before beginning to help put out the fires, putting the crossbow on his back, angry, while looking for any loot worth taking for anyone else.
The bartender doesn't even respond.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Gretel’s ladle disappears in a puff of smoke in her hand, and she jumps up on the table to look over Lydia’s shoulder as she examines the paper.
”oh, the first planned attempt on my life! Isn’t that comforting to know that they care about us?” She giggles To herself. “in all seriousness… that’s a bit alarming.”
She giggles a bit as well. "Yeah, joking aside, knowing that they care enough about us to send thugs our way is... concerning. We've earned ourselves quite the reputation."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Among the vigilantes (since you are both searching) is 15 gold total, and a piece of paper with drawings of the party's faces on it.
'FIND THEM'
Lydia pockets three of the gold pieces- she would have taken more than that, but let's assume the others got to it first. "Hmm... they didn't get my face right at all." She mutters while looking at the paper, chuckling to herself before returning to putting out more fires.
“I think they got it perfectly.” He chuckles, putting two pieces of gold back after seeing them only take three, helping alongside them, “They got the look of greed in your eyes just right.”
She cackles a bit at that, grinning to herself as she finds the two gold he put back. "They did, didn't they? They captured your smug-as-hell grin pretty well too."
“Ah screw you too.” He says with that grin on his face as he stomps out some of the flames, “I’m keeping this crossbow, I like it, good for keeping range and I like the way it destroyed the bar.”
Gretel’s ladle disappears in a puff of smoke in her hand, and she jumps up on the table to look over Lydia’s shoulder as she examines the paper.
”oh, the first planned attempt on my life! Isn’t that comforting to know that they care about us?” She giggles To herself. “in all seriousness… that’s a bit alarming.”
She giggles a bit as well. "Yeah, joking aside, knowing that they care enough about us to send thugs our way is... concerning. We've earned ourselves quite the reputation."
Gretel sits down on the edge of the table, absently humming a catchy sylvan jingle.
Among the vigilantes (since you are both searching) is 15 gold total, and a piece of paper with drawings of the party's faces on it.
'FIND THEM'
Lydia pockets three of the gold pieces- she would have taken more than that, but let's assume the others got to it first. "Hmm... they didn't get my face right at all." She mutters while looking at the paper, chuckling to herself before returning to putting out more fires.
“I think they got it perfectly.” He chuckles, putting two pieces of gold back after seeing them only take three, helping alongside them, “They got the look of greed in your eyes just right.”
She cackles a bit at that, grinning to herself as she finds the two gold he put back. "They did, didn't they? They captured your smug-as-hell grin pretty well too."
“Ah screw you too.” He says with that grin on his face as he stomps out some of the flames, “I’m keeping this crossbow, I like it, good for keeping range and I like the way it destroyed the bar.”
*I had an idea- Lydia has the Repeating Shot infusion available. When we next take a long rest, maybe she can put the infusion on the Organ Doner to make it even more lethal in his hands. She probably won't use her own crossbow that much anyways.*
"I can see why you like it- it's a vicious piece of work, ain't it?" She responds, looking at the weapon in question for a second. "When we have the time, I'd like to take a closer look at it, if you don't mind. I'm curious as to how it's inner mechanisms look- don't worry, I won't break it."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Pimento scoffs at their worry as he stomps out flames, “Yall are too much worried about nothin’. Strong ones means nothing, we’re gonna kill them, and anybody else who comes after us, they get stronger, we get stronger until they stop sending people or we kill everyone they can send.”
Gretel’s ladle disappears in a puff of smoke in her hand, and she jumps up on the table to look over Lydia’s shoulder as she examines the paper.
”oh, the first planned attempt on my life! Isn’t that comforting to know that they care about us?” She giggles To herself. “in all seriousness… that’s a bit alarming.”
She giggles a bit as well. "Yeah, joking aside, knowing that they care enough about us to send thugs our way is... concerning. We've earned ourselves quite the reputation."
Gretel sits down on the edge of the table, absently humming a catchy sylvan jingle.
”they’ll probably send more. Stronger ones, too.”
"Yeah, but now that we know to look out for 'em, we might be able to prepare in advance. You know, set traps and stuff. I've got some elixirs I've been meaning to test." She responds. After a second, she catches herself humming to the tune as well, and stops.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Among the vigilantes (since you are both searching) is 15 gold total, and a piece of paper with drawings of the party's faces on it.
'FIND THEM'
Lydia pockets three of the gold pieces- she would have taken more than that, but let's assume the others got to it first. "Hmm... they didn't get my face right at all." She mutters while looking at the paper, chuckling to herself before returning to putting out more fires.
“I think they got it perfectly.” He chuckles, putting two pieces of gold back after seeing them only take three, helping alongside them, “They got the look of greed in your eyes just right.”
She cackles a bit at that, grinning to herself as she finds the two gold he put back. "They did, didn't they? They captured your smug-as-hell grin pretty well too."
“Ah screw you too.” He says with that grin on his face as he stomps out some of the flames, “I’m keeping this crossbow, I like it, good for keeping range and I like the way it destroyed the bar.”
*I had an idea- Lydia has the Repeating Shot infusion available. When we next take a long rest, maybe she can put the infusion on the Organ Doner to make it even more lethal in his hands. She probably won't use her own crossbow that much anyways.*
"I can see why you like it- it's a vicious piece of work, ain't it?" She responds, looking at the weapon in question for a second. "When we have the time, I'd like to take a closer look at it, if you don't mind. I'm curious as to how it's inner mechanisms look- don't worry, I won't break it."
*Oh Pimento would be over the moon if they did, no reload allows him to just put shot after shot into people, if we do that, I would definitely be up for it.*
“You better not break it or it’s coming out of your cash.” He says, knowing that’ll make it a guaranteed that the weapon will only come out better than when she takes it “But for now we’ve got more things to focus on, this was the only good bar in town, and it’ll be weeks until this is all fixed up.”
Gretel’s ladle disappears in a puff of smoke in her hand, and she jumps up on the table to look over Lydia’s shoulder as she examines the paper.
”oh, the first planned attempt on my life! Isn’t that comforting to know that they care about us?” She giggles To herself. “in all seriousness… that’s a bit alarming.”
She giggles a bit as well. "Yeah, joking aside, knowing that they care enough about us to send thugs our way is... concerning. We've earned ourselves quite the reputation."
Gretel sits down on the edge of the table, absently humming a catchy sylvan jingle.
”they’ll probably send more. Stronger ones, too.”
"Yeah, but now that we know to look out for 'em, we might be able to prepare in advance. You know, set traps and stuff. I've got some elixirs I've been meaning to test." She responds. After a second, she catches herself humming to the tune as well, and stops.
“You got a point there-… I might have a few tricks up my sleeve too, if we really need it…”
Among the vigilantes (since you are both searching) is 15 gold total, and a piece of paper with drawings of the party's faces on it.
'FIND THEM'
Lydia pockets three of the gold pieces- she would have taken more than that, but let's assume the others got to it first. "Hmm... they didn't get my face right at all." She mutters while looking at the paper, chuckling to herself before returning to putting out more fires.
“I think they got it perfectly.” He chuckles, putting two pieces of gold back after seeing them only take three, helping alongside them, “They got the look of greed in your eyes just right.”
She cackles a bit at that, grinning to herself as she finds the two gold he put back. "They did, didn't they? They captured your smug-as-hell grin pretty well too."
“Ah screw you too.” He says with that grin on his face as he stomps out some of the flames, “I’m keeping this crossbow, I like it, good for keeping range and I like the way it destroyed the bar.”
*I had an idea- Lydia has the Repeating Shot infusion available. When we next take a long rest, maybe she can put the infusion on the Organ Doner to make it even more lethal in his hands. She probably won't use her own crossbow that much anyways.*
"I can see why you like it- it's a vicious piece of work, ain't it?" She responds, looking at the weapon in question for a second. "When we have the time, I'd like to take a closer look at it, if you don't mind. I'm curious as to how it's inner mechanisms look- don't worry, I won't break it."
*Oh Pimento would be over the moon if they did, no reload allows him to just put shot after shot into people, if we do that, I would definitely be up for it.*
“You better not break it or it’s coming out of your cash.” He says, knowing that’ll make it a guaranteed that the weapon will only come out better than when she takes it “But for now we’ve got more things to focus on, this was the only good bar in town, and it’ll be weeks until this is all fixed up.”
"Yeah, especially with the damage ol' Bolt-Slinger McGee did to the furniture." She agrees, pointing back at the corpse of the paladin pinned to the wall. "Besides, once this place is fixed up, I don't imagine we'd get a warm welcome when we next come back." She walks over to the deceased knight and searches through their corpse for anything worth taking.
Gretel’s ladle disappears in a puff of smoke in her hand, and she jumps up on the table to look over Lydia’s shoulder as she examines the paper.
”oh, the first planned attempt on my life! Isn’t that comforting to know that they care about us?” She giggles To herself. “in all seriousness… that’s a bit alarming.”
She giggles a bit as well. "Yeah, joking aside, knowing that they care enough about us to send thugs our way is... concerning. We've earned ourselves quite the reputation."
Gretel sits down on the edge of the table, absently humming a catchy sylvan jingle.
”they’ll probably send more. Stronger ones, too.”
"Yeah, but now that we know to look out for 'em, we might be able to prepare in advance. You know, set traps and stuff. I've got some elixirs I've been meaning to test." She responds. After a second, she catches herself humming to the tune as well, and stops.
“You got a point there-… I might have a few tricks up my sleeve too, if we really need it…”
"That's good- it's always good to have a backup plan. Or multiple."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*We survived our first battle of the campaign! Congrats, everyone!*
Now that the paladin and all his cronies are dead, Lydia takes a moment to catch her breath, using Thaumaturgy to put out whatever fires there are across the bar that she's able to. As she walks around the bar doing so, she occasionally stops to pick through the pockets of said cronies, hoping to find something of... well, maybe not value, but something possibly usable.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Now I’m scared you’re going to make them stronger.*
Pimento walks over, softly bonking them over the head with the crossbow, just enough to hurt a normal person, “That’s for not tellin’ us what’s up.” Before beginning to help put out the fires, putting the crossbow on his back, angry, while looking for any loot worth taking for anyone else.
Among the vigilantes (since you are both searching) is 15 gold total, and a piece of paper with drawings of the party's faces on it.
'FIND THEM'
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Pimento pockets some of the gold, only 5 pieces knowing Lydia would want the majority “Well this makes me feel better for striking first, this was gonna be a fight regardless.”
Lydia pockets three of the gold pieces- she would have taken more than that, but let's assume the others got to it first. "Hmm... they didn't get my face right at all." She mutters while looking at the paper, chuckling to herself before returning to putting out more fires.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“I think they got it perfectly.” He chuckles, putting two pieces of gold back after seeing them only take three, helping alongside them, “They got the look of greed in your eyes just right.”
Gretel’s ladle disappears in a puff of smoke in her hand, and she jumps up on the table to look over Lydia’s shoulder as she examines the paper.
”oh, the first planned attempt on my life! Isn’t that comforting to know that they care about us?” She giggles To herself. “in all seriousness… that’s a bit alarming.”
She cackles a bit at that, grinning to herself as she finds the two gold he put back. "They did, didn't they? They captured your smug-as-hell grin pretty well too."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The bartender doesn't even respond.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She giggles a bit as well. "Yeah, joking aside, knowing that they care enough about us to send thugs our way is... concerning. We've earned ourselves quite the reputation."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Ah screw you too.” He says with that grin on his face as he stomps out some of the flames, “I’m keeping this crossbow, I like it, good for keeping range and I like the way it destroyed the bar.”
Gretel sits down on the edge of the table, absently humming a catchy sylvan jingle.
”they’ll probably send more. Stronger ones, too.”
*I had an idea- Lydia has the Repeating Shot infusion available. When we next take a long rest, maybe she can put the infusion on the Organ Doner to make it even more lethal in his hands. She probably won't use her own crossbow that much anyways.*
"I can see why you like it- it's a vicious piece of work, ain't it?" She responds, looking at the weapon in question for a second. "When we have the time, I'd like to take a closer look at it, if you don't mind. I'm curious as to how it's inner mechanisms look- don't worry, I won't break it."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Pimento scoffs at their worry as he stomps out flames, “Yall are too much worried about nothin’. Strong ones means nothing, we’re gonna kill them, and anybody else who comes after us, they get stronger, we get stronger until they stop sending people or we kill everyone they can send.”
"Yeah, but now that we know to look out for 'em, we might be able to prepare in advance. You know, set traps and stuff. I've got some elixirs I've been meaning to test." She responds. After a second, she catches herself humming to the tune as well, and stops.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Oh Pimento would be over the moon if they did, no reload allows him to just put shot after shot into people, if we do that, I would definitely be up for it.*
“You better not break it or it’s coming out of your cash.” He says, knowing that’ll make it a guaranteed that the weapon will only come out better than when she takes it “But for now we’ve got more things to focus on, this was the only good bar in town, and it’ll be weeks until this is all fixed up.”
“You got a point there-… I might have a few tricks up my sleeve too, if we really need it…”
"Yeah, especially with the damage ol' Bolt-Slinger McGee did to the furniture." She agrees, pointing back at the corpse of the paladin pinned to the wall. "Besides, once this place is fixed up, I don't imagine we'd get a warm welcome when we next come back." She walks over to the deceased knight and searches through their corpse for anything worth taking.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"That's good- it's always good to have a backup plan. Or multiple."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Pimento’s just gonna keep putting out the fires and getting this place one step closer to being good again, muttering annoyed to himself.