*So what are we planning to do next? Raid/infiltrate the precinct?*
*I'm definitely not opposed to that, but I'm not entirely sure that we've formulated a proper plan about it.*
*We definitely haven't planned anything yet. We'd need to do that first.*
*I say we need a plan if we want to survive, but I think Pimento can do some stealth mission assassinations, Metal Gear style, if anyone's up for that.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*So what are we planning to do next? Raid/infiltrate the precinct?*
*I'm definitely not opposed to that, but I'm not entirely sure that we've formulated a proper plan about it.*
*We definitely haven't planned anything yet. We'd need to do that first.*
*I say we need a plan if we want to survive, but I think Pimento can do some stealth mission assassinations, Metal Gear style, if anyone's up for that.*
*If we do decide on stealth missions, then Lydia isn't a good pick for whoever we sent for the infiltration. She could, however, set up a trap of sorts for if anyone tries to pursue them as they flee.*
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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)
*So what are we planning to do next? Raid/infiltrate the precinct?*
*I'm definitely not opposed to that, but I'm not entirely sure that we've formulated a proper plan about it.*
*We definitely haven't planned anything yet. We'd need to do that first.*
*I say we need a plan if we want to survive, but I think Pimento can do some stealth mission assassinations, Metal Gear style, if anyone's up for that.*
*If we do decide on stealth missions, then Lydia isn't a good pick for whoever we sent for the infiltration. She could, however, set up a trap of sorts for if anyone tries to pursue them as they flee.*
*I would say the best people for a stealth mission is Pimento and Troll (Using wildshape), which Lydia, Gretel, and Nigel can stay outside and cause distractions.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*So what are we planning to do next? Raid/infiltrate the precinct?*
*I'm definitely not opposed to that, but I'm not entirely sure that we've formulated a proper plan about it.*
*We definitely haven't planned anything yet. We'd need to do that first.*
*I say we need a plan if we want to survive, but I think Pimento can do some stealth mission assassinations, Metal Gear style, if anyone's up for that.*
*If we do decide on stealth missions, then Lydia isn't a good pick for whoever we sent for the infiltration. She could, however, set up a trap of sorts for if anyone tries to pursue them as they flee.*
*I would say the best people for a stealth mission is Pimento and Troll (Using wildshape), which Lydia, Gretel, and Nigel can stay outside and cause distractions.*
*Troll has wild shape, temporary invisibility, disguise self, another stealth boosting spell, and stealth proficiency. He may be a giant hairy hobo but he is a sneaky giant hairy hobo.*
*Troll has wild shape, temporary invisibility, disguise self, another stealth boosting spell, and stealth proficiency. He may be a giant hairy hobo but he is a sneaky giant hairy hobo.*
*So if we do a stealth mission, then Troll and Pimento have definitely got it in the bag. Give these two something like Pass without Trace and they become undetectable.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Troll has wild shape, temporary invisibility, disguise self, another stealth boosting spell, and stealth proficiency. He may be a giant hairy hobo but he is a sneaky giant hairy hobo.*
*So if we do a stealth mission, then Troll and Pimento have definitely got it in the bag. Give these two something like Pass without Trace and they become undetectable.*
*I just realized he can cast pass without trace too. That would be better than some of the other spells he has. He'd just have to take a long rest.*
*Troll has wild shape, temporary invisibility, disguise self, another stealth boosting spell, and stealth proficiency. He may be a giant hairy hobo but he is a sneaky giant hairy hobo.*
*So if we do a stealth mission, then Troll and Pimento have definitely got it in the bag. Give these two something like Pass without Trace and they become undetectable.*
*I just realized he can cast pass without trace too. That would be better than some of the other spells he has. He'd just have to take a long rest.*
*And I assume we are getting a long rest between now and then at some point, so we get this in the bag, stealth mission is a go?*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Troll stands up and looks directly at each party member in turn. He scratches in chin in thought before speaking. "Those fiery fools struck at us. They tried to burn us. I don't take kindly to that sort of thing. I'm not sure why we're all on their hit list and I don't know all of y'all very well. But I saw the fight you got and I'm impressed. I'd say they need to learn a lesson. A lesson on how to treat your neighbors right. A lesson I think we can teach. So howabouts we pay a visit to their little precinct and show them what it's really like to be burned?" He grins and this grin looks a lot less like the grin of a man and more like the snarl of some wild beast. "What say you?"
Troll stands up and looks directly at each party member in turn. He scratches in chin in thought before speaking. "Those fiery fools struck at us. They tried to burn us. I don't take kindly to that sort of thing. I'm not sure why we're all on their hit list and I don't know all of y'all very well. But I saw the fight you got and I'm impressed. I'd say they need to learn a lesson. A lesson on how to treat your neighbors right. A lesson I think we can teach. So howabouts we pay a visit to their little precinct and show them what it's really like to be burned?" He grins and this grin looks a lot less like the grin of a man and more like the snarl of some wild beast. "What say you?"
Lydia stands up from her chair, a glimmer of a smile in her emerald eyes that cannot be seen on her face. "I say it's only fair they get their just desserts for trashing this place- that, and those paladins likely have a decent bit of fancy gear and money stashed at their hideout. I'm in."
*Baal, would it be safe to assume the party had rested- either a long or short rest- before we set off to siege the precinct?*
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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)
Troll stands up and looks directly at each party member in turn. He scratches in chin in thought before speaking. "Those fiery fools struck at us. They tried to burn us. I don't take kindly to that sort of thing. I'm not sure why we're all on their hit list and I don't know all of y'all very well. But I saw the fight you got and I'm impressed. I'd say they need to learn a lesson. A lesson on how to treat your neighbors right. A lesson I think we can teach. So howabouts we pay a visit to their little precinct and show them what it's really like to be burned?" He grins and this grin looks a lot less like the grin of a man and more like the snarl of some wild beast. "What say you?"
"A chance to kill more of the [gp]s that got out faces wrong on these bounty papers of whatever they are? Consider it done, an' they might have more goodies on 'em too, I'm interested in addin' ta my gold collection with whatever they've got on 'em." He cackles, spinning one of his knives between his fingers "If they go down as easy as the rest, this'll be our easiest job yet." He boasts with a cackle.
Lydia walks over to wherever Pimento is, setting down the Organ Doner on a nearby table with a soft thud- it's in even better condition than when he first got it, as he suspected would be the case when saying the payment for any damages would come out of Lydia's funds. It hums with a faint magical power that was not there before. "Here ya go. Readjusted the firing mechanism slightly, so it should shoot straighter. I hope you don't mind, but I added a few sigils here and there too- ammo shouldn't be an issue anymore."
Then, she goes back to her alchemist's supplies, and gets to work, trying to replicate something she's made before... (Lydia's Experimental Elixir of the day is... 4)
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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)
Lydia walks over to wherever Pimento is, setting down the Organ Doner on a nearby table with a soft thud- it's in even better condition than when he first got it, as he suspected would be the case when saying the payment for any damages would come out of Lydia's funds. It hums with a faint magical power that was not there before. "Here ya go. Readjusted the firing mechanism slightly, so it should shoot straighter. I hope you don't mind, but I added a few sigils here and there too- ammo shouldn't be an issue anymore."
He picks it up, analyzing the weapon with a bright smile plastered onto his face, before putting it back down onto the table and shaking his head "Knew ya would put some good work inta it. Thanks for all this, now those paladins won't see what's comin' next." He cackles, leaning back in his chair, putting his feet on the table.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Lydia walks over to wherever Pimento is, setting down the Organ Doner on a nearby table with a soft thud- it's in even better condition than when he first got it, as he suspected would be the case when saying the payment for any damages would come out of Lydia's funds. It hums with a faint magical power that was not there before. "Here ya go. Readjusted the firing mechanism slightly, so it should shoot straighter. I hope you don't mind, but I added a few sigils here and there too- ammo shouldn't be an issue anymore."
He picks it up, analyzing the weapon with a bright smile plastered onto his face, before putting it back down onto the table and shaking his head "Knew ya would put some good work inta it. Thanks for all this, now those paladins won't see what's comin' next." He cackles, leaning back in his chair, putting his feet on the table.
She cackles a bit as well, still working on the final few ingredients of her elixir- a nasty concoction reeking of burning plastic that looks incredibly unhealthy to consume. "With all us working in cahoots with each other, they never stood a chance." She takes the mixture- an Elixir of Boldness- and pockets it for now: It would be as useful for her as a chocolate teapot, but one of the others in the gang that favors the approach of 'clobber it in the face until it stops moving' might find it much more beneficial.
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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)
Lydia walks over to wherever Pimento is, setting down the Organ Doner on a nearby table with a soft thud- it's in even better condition than when he first got it, as he suspected would be the case when saying the payment for any damages would come out of Lydia's funds. It hums with a faint magical power that was not there before. "Here ya go. Readjusted the firing mechanism slightly, so it should shoot straighter. I hope you don't mind, but I added a few sigils here and there too- ammo shouldn't be an issue anymore."
He picks it up, analyzing the weapon with a bright smile plastered onto his face, before putting it back down onto the table and shaking his head "Knew ya would put some good work inta it. Thanks for all this, now those paladins won't see what's comin' next." He cackles, leaning back in his chair, putting his feet on the table.
She cackles a bit as well, still working on the final few ingredients of her elixir- a nasty concoction reeking of burning plastic that looks incredibly unhealthy to consume. "With all us working in cahoots with each other, they never stood a chance." She takes the mixture- an Elixir of Boldness- and pockets it for now: It would be as useful for her as a chocolate teapot, but one of the others in the gang that favors the approach of 'clobber it in the face until it stops moving' might find it much more beneficial.
He looks over to the elixir, curious and seemingly hungry "What does that one do? Facial reconstruction?" He gets out of his chair and walks over to look over their shoulder, "Oh, and when do we plan on going over and killing all those chums? I'm starting to get bored, and most of the hooch got toasted in the fire." He's still very angry about that, but keeps it down "And none o' yous wanna play a game with me."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He picks it up, analyzing the weapon with a bright smile plastered onto his face, before putting it back down onto the table and shaking his head "Knew ya would put some good work inta it. Thanks for all this, now those paladins won't see what's comin' next." He cackles, leaning back in his chair, putting his feet on the table.
She cackles a bit as well, still working on the final few ingredients of her elixir- a nasty concoction reeking of burning plastic that looks incredibly unhealthy to consume. "With all us working in cahoots with each other, they never stood a chance." She takes the mixture- an Elixir of Boldness- and pockets it for now: It would be as useful for her as a chocolate teapot, but one of the others in the gang that favors the approach of 'clobber it in the face until it stops moving' might find it much more beneficial.
He looks over to the elixir, curious and seemingly hungry "What does that one do? Facial reconstruction?" He gets out of his chair and walks over to look over their shoulder, "Oh, and when do we plan on going over and killing all those chums? I'm starting to get bored, and most of the hooch got toasted in the fire." He's still very angry about that, but keeps it down "And none o' yous wanna play a game with me."
She quickly re-retrieves the murky mixture from one of her many coat pockets so they can better see- it's an opaque amber-colored fluid with tiny flecks of red and black in it that flutter about the inside of the vial like falling ash. "Strength... I think. It's been a while since I've made this recipe. Whatever it is, there's only a 3% chance it'll make ya explode, by my estimates." She sits back down on her chair, producing a moderately-sized clay jug from within her alchemy supplies and tracing her finger along a few runes carved into its side, looking for a specific one. "I'm up to go and clobber them whenever the rest of the gang is- I've been itching to try out some new concoctions, and those paladins will make perfect test subjects."
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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)
She quickly re-retrieves the murky mixture from one of her many coat pockets so they can better see- it's an opaque amber-colored fluid with tiny flecks of red and black in it that flutter about the inside of the vial like falling ash. "Strength... I think. It's been a while since I've made this recipe. Whatever it is, there's only a 3% chance it'll make ya explode, by my estimates." She sits back down on her chair, producing a moderately-sized clay jug from within her alchemy supplies and tracing her finger along a few runes carved into its side, looking for a specific one. "I'm up to go and clobber them whenever the rest of the gang is- I've been itching to try out some new concoctions, and those paladins will make perfect test subjects."
He raises an eyebrow, reaching out to get a close look at the vial before sitting back down with his Organ Doner in his lap, deciding to be more casual and just chill until everyone's ready to go "Only 3%? You didn't tell me you've been practicing making elixirs that don't explode." He chuckles, closing his eyes as chewing on a cigarette, offering one to them "Want one? They taste better than usual today, don't know what it is though."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She quickly re-retrieves the murky mixture from one of her many coat pockets so they can better see- it's an opaque amber-colored fluid with tiny flecks of red and black in it that flutter about the inside of the vial like falling ash. "Strength... I think. It's been a while since I've made this recipe. Whatever it is, there's only a 3% chance it'll make ya explode, by my estimates." She sits back down on her chair, producing a moderately-sized clay jug from within her alchemy supplies and tracing her finger along a few runes carved into its side, looking for a specific one. "I'm up to go and clobber them whenever the rest of the gang is- I've been itching to try out some new concoctions, and those paladins will make perfect test subjects."
He raises an eyebrow, reaching out to get a close look at the vial before sitting back down with his Organ Doner in his lap, deciding to be more casual and just chill until everyone's ready to go "Only 3%? You didn't tell me you've been practicing making elixirs that don't explode." He chuckles, closing his eyes as chewing on a cigarette, offering one to them "Want one? They taste better than usual today, don't know what it is though."
She laughs a bit as well, an unseen smirk on her unseen face. "I can't have every potion I make explode- I wanna have at least some repeat customers." Her emerald eyes look to the cigarette for a second, before she looks away and back at her work. "Nah, I'm good for now- don't want to have something burning near all this volatile stuff. Explosions are fun, but not when it happens to me."
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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)
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*I'm definitely not opposed to that, but I'm not entirely sure that we've formulated a proper plan about 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)
*We definitely haven't planned anything yet. We'd need to do that first.*
*I say we need a plan if we want to survive, but I think Pimento can do some stealth mission assassinations, Metal Gear style, if anyone's up for that.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*If we do decide on stealth missions, then Lydia isn't a good pick for whoever we sent for the infiltration. She could, however, set up a trap of sorts for if anyone tries to pursue them as they flee.*
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 would say the best people for a stealth mission is Pimento and Troll (Using wildshape), which Lydia, Gretel, and Nigel can stay outside and cause distractions.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Gretel would probably be wonderful for causing distractions, especially with her fey glamour disguise self*
*Troll has wild shape, temporary invisibility, disguise self, another stealth boosting spell, and stealth proficiency. He may be a giant hairy hobo but he is a sneaky giant hairy hobo.*
*So if we do a stealth mission, then Troll and Pimento have definitely got it in the bag. Give these two something like Pass without Trace and they become undetectable.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I just realized he can cast pass without trace too. That would be better than some of the other spells he has. He'd just have to take a long rest.*
*And I assume we are getting a long rest between now and then at some point, so we get this in the bag, stealth mission is a go?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Troll stands up and looks directly at each party member in turn. He scratches in chin in thought before speaking. "Those fiery fools struck at us. They tried to burn us. I don't take kindly to that sort of thing. I'm not sure why we're all on their hit list and I don't know all of y'all very well. But I saw the fight you got and I'm impressed. I'd say they need to learn a lesson. A lesson on how to treat your neighbors right. A lesson I think we can teach. So howabouts we pay a visit to their little precinct and show them what it's really like to be burned?" He grins and this grin looks a lot less like the grin of a man and more like the snarl of some wild beast. "What say you?"
Lydia stands up from her chair, a glimmer of a smile in her emerald eyes that cannot be seen on her face. "I say it's only fair they get their just desserts for trashing this place- that, and those paladins likely have a decent bit of fancy gear and money stashed at their hideout. I'm in."
*Baal, would it be safe to assume the party had rested- either a long or short rest- before we set off to siege the precinct?*
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)
"A chance to kill more of the [gp]s that got out faces wrong on these bounty papers of whatever they are? Consider it done, an' they might have more goodies on 'em too, I'm interested in addin' ta my gold collection with whatever they've got on 'em." He cackles, spinning one of his knives between his fingers "If they go down as easy as the rest, this'll be our easiest job yet." He boasts with a cackle.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Gooooooood morning, flavorpunks!*
Lydia walks over to wherever Pimento is, setting down the Organ Doner on a nearby table with a soft thud- it's in even better condition than when he first got it, as he suspected would be the case when saying the payment for any damages would come out of Lydia's funds. It hums with a faint magical power that was not there before. "Here ya go. Readjusted the firing mechanism slightly, so it should shoot straighter. I hope you don't mind, but I added a few sigils here and there too- ammo shouldn't be an issue anymore."
Then, she goes back to her alchemist's supplies, and gets to work, trying to replicate something she's made before... (Lydia's Experimental Elixir of the day is... 4)
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)
He picks it up, analyzing the weapon with a bright smile plastered onto his face, before putting it back down onto the table and shaking his head "Knew ya would put some good work inta it. Thanks for all this, now those paladins won't see what's comin' next." He cackles, leaning back in his chair, putting his feet on the table.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She cackles a bit as well, still working on the final few ingredients of her elixir- a nasty concoction reeking of burning plastic that looks incredibly unhealthy to consume. "With all us working in cahoots with each other, they never stood a chance." She takes the mixture- an Elixir of Boldness- and pockets it for now: It would be as useful for her as a chocolate teapot, but one of the others in the gang that favors the approach of 'clobber it in the face until it stops moving' might find it much more beneficial.
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)
He looks over to the elixir, curious and seemingly hungry "What does that one do? Facial reconstruction?" He gets out of his chair and walks over to look over their shoulder, "Oh, and when do we plan on going over and killing all those chums? I'm starting to get bored, and most of the hooch got toasted in the fire." He's still very angry about that, but keeps it down "And none o' yous wanna play a game with me."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She quickly re-retrieves the murky mixture from one of her many coat pockets so they can better see- it's an opaque amber-colored fluid with tiny flecks of red and black in it that flutter about the inside of the vial like falling ash. "Strength... I think. It's been a while since I've made this recipe. Whatever it is, there's only a 3% chance it'll make ya explode, by my estimates." She sits back down on her chair, producing a moderately-sized clay jug from within her alchemy supplies and tracing her finger along a few runes carved into its side, looking for a specific one. "I'm up to go and clobber them whenever the rest of the gang is- I've been itching to try out some new concoctions, and those paladins will make perfect test subjects."
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)
He raises an eyebrow, reaching out to get a close look at the vial before sitting back down with his Organ Doner in his lap, deciding to be more casual and just chill until everyone's ready to go "Only 3%? You didn't tell me you've been practicing making elixirs that don't explode." He chuckles, closing his eyes as chewing on a cigarette, offering one to them "Want one? They taste better than usual today, don't know what it is though."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She laughs a bit as well, an unseen smirk on her unseen face. "I can't have every potion I make explode- I wanna have at least some repeat customers." Her emerald eyes look to the cigarette for a second, before she looks away and back at her work. "Nah, I'm good for now- don't want to have something burning near all this volatile stuff. Explosions are fun, but not when it happens to me."
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)