"All right everyone, I checked around and the camp is secure. Le camp est sécurisé, j'ai vérifié." Thirteen says, reentering camp. "Anyone want cantaloupe? Quelqu'un veut du cantaloup?"
Rever giggled. "You don't have to translate to French, I can speak and understand English. I just prefer my native language. Also, a cantaloupe sounds good."
"What is it with everyone and cantaloupe?" Theren mutters
"It's what I packed, sorry, but it's basically only cantaloupe and yams for my food provisions. Obviously, my Greyhawk supply run wasn't very adequate, I would have included more if I knew I would end up here again..." He passes out the slices, they look very appetizing in a place where no food grows naturally.
"Merci." Rever accepts a slice and begins slowly snacking on it.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Jacques is humming and painting a surreal seascape on the walls. It seems to depict the edge of the world, a massive waterfall dropping off into nothing. A tiny ship lies on the precipice.
Theren, being bored, starts playing his guitar and singing softly.
*All credit to the band Lovejoy for this song*
I'm sure that your heart's in the right place I'm sure that you break more than I make My mother says you're up your own [1GP] Like stagehand, a puppet show But hell, what does she know? You're so appealing We can barely see your hair receding You're a man of few needs But the sleep thoughts are deep Sound as good with slurred speech as I do when I'm sober He's always right, you're never right Get me out of here It's 'cause you're scared You're just scared of the future He's got a bus, he's got a bike Get me out of here And you're just scared You're just scared of the future I guess this makes you right The boys must be lucky that you didn't try out here tonight 'Cause you're so relievin' You're like a breath of fresh air on a warm summer evening It's up to you right, citing the night Is it over both eyes, to make sure the song does (Wait) Woo He's always right, you're never right Get me out of this 'Cause you're just scared You're just scared of the future He's got a bus, he's got a bike Get me out of this Now you're just scared You're just scared of the future You're just scared You're just scared of the future You're just scared You're just scared of the future
The smell of cantaloupe stirs Estelle awake, and she sleepily rolls out of her web and sits by the fire. "Good morning!"
"Hello, want some cantaloupe? It's not much but food doesn't grow here so..."
"Yeah, sounds great!" Estelle happily takes the cantaloupe and begins draining it of fluid.
"Cool, I wish I could do that. Knew transmuter was the way to go..." Thirteen says, feeling his regular, boring, elvish teeth.
"Eh, it ain't all it's cut out to be." Estelle places the shriveled peel near the fire. "Thank you."
"No problem. So... what are we gonna do now? We're all up, we've got a mostly safe camp, and no Wearers... have... hm." Thirteen trails off, suddenly looking suspicious.
The smell of cantaloupe stirs Estelle awake, and she sleepily rolls out of her web and sits by the fire. "Good morning!"
"Hello, want some cantaloupe? It's not much but food doesn't grow here so..."
"Yeah, sounds great!" Estelle happily takes the cantaloupe and begins draining it of fluid.
"Cool, I wish I could do that. Knew transmuter was the way to go..." Thirteen says, feeling his regular, boring, elvish teeth.
"Eh, it ain't all it's cut out to be." Estelle places the shriveled peel near the fire. "Thank you."
"No problem. So... what are we gonna do now? We're all up, we've got a mostly safe camp, and no Wearers... have... hm." Thirteen trails off, suddenly looking suspicious.
"Well, I've been asleep this whole time." Estelle takes the dried peel and starts cutting it with a small knife. "I certainly don't feel like a Wearer."
The smell of cantaloupe stirs Estelle awake, and she sleepily rolls out of her web and sits by the fire. "Good morning!"
"Hello, want some cantaloupe? It's not much but food doesn't grow here so..."
"Yeah, sounds great!" Estelle happily takes the cantaloupe and begins draining it of fluid.
"Cool, I wish I could do that. Knew transmuter was the way to go..." Thirteen says, feeling his regular, boring, elvish teeth.
"Eh, it ain't all it's cut out to be." Estelle places the shriveled peel near the fire. "Thank you."
"No problem. So... what are we gonna do now? We're all up, we've got a mostly safe camp, and no Wearers... have... hm." Thirteen trails off, suddenly looking suspicious.
"Well, I've been asleep this whole time." Estelle takes the dried peel and starts cutting it with a small knife. "I certainly don't feel like a Wearer."
Suddenly Thirteen stands up. "I need to make sure all of you aren't Wearers. They're clawed things that flay people, eat what's inside, and then wear their flesh and pretend to be someone."
The smell of cantaloupe stirs Estelle awake, and she sleepily rolls out of her web and sits by the fire. "Good morning!"
"Hello, want some cantaloupe? It's not much but food doesn't grow here so..."
"Yeah, sounds great!" Estelle happily takes the cantaloupe and begins draining it of fluid.
"Cool, I wish I could do that. Knew transmuter was the way to go..." Thirteen says, feeling his regular, boring, elvish teeth.
"Eh, it ain't all it's cut out to be." Estelle places the shriveled peel near the fire. "Thank you."
"No problem. So... what are we gonna do now? We're all up, we've got a mostly safe camp, and no Wearers... have... hm." Thirteen trails off, suddenly looking suspicious.
"Well, I've been asleep this whole time." Estelle takes the dried peel and starts cutting it with a small knife. "I certainly don't feel like a Wearer."
Suddenly Thirteen stands up. "I need to make sure all of you aren't Wearers. They're clawed things that flay people, eat what's inside, and then wear their flesh and pretend to be someone."
Rever looks up. "How do you check?" He lit up. "Oh, I know!" Rever pulled out a knife. "We chop off a finger!"
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The smell of cantaloupe stirs Estelle awake, and she sleepily rolls out of her web and sits by the fire. "Good morning!"
"Hello, want some cantaloupe? It's not much but food doesn't grow here so..."
"Yeah, sounds great!" Estelle happily takes the cantaloupe and begins draining it of fluid.
"Cool, I wish I could do that. Knew transmuter was the way to go..." Thirteen says, feeling his regular, boring, elvish teeth.
"Eh, it ain't all it's cut out to be." Estelle places the shriveled peel near the fire. "Thank you."
"No problem. So... what are we gonna do now? We're all up, we've got a mostly safe camp, and no Wearers... have... hm." Thirteen trails off, suddenly looking suspicious.
"Well, I've been asleep this whole time." Estelle takes the dried peel and starts cutting it with a small knife. "I certainly don't feel like a Wearer."
Suddenly Thirteen stands up. "I need to make sure all of you aren't Wearers. They're clawed things that flay people, eat what's inside, and then wear their flesh and pretend to be someone."
Rever looks up. "How do you check?" He lit up. "Oh, I know!" Rever pulled out a knife. "We chop off a finger!"
The smell of cantaloupe stirs Estelle awake, and she sleepily rolls out of her web and sits by the fire. "Good morning!"
"Hello, want some cantaloupe? It's not much but food doesn't grow here so..."
"Yeah, sounds great!" Estelle happily takes the cantaloupe and begins draining it of fluid.
"Cool, I wish I could do that. Knew transmuter was the way to go..." Thirteen says, feeling his regular, boring, elvish teeth.
"Eh, it ain't all it's cut out to be." Estelle places the shriveled peel near the fire. "Thank you."
"No problem. So... what are we gonna do now? We're all up, we've got a mostly safe camp, and no Wearers... have... hm." Thirteen trails off, suddenly looking suspicious.
"Well, I've been asleep this whole time." Estelle takes the dried peel and starts cutting it with a small knife. "I certainly don't feel like a Wearer."
Suddenly Thirteen stands up. "I need to make sure all of you aren't Wearers. They're clawed things that flay people, eat what's inside, and then wear their flesh and pretend to be someone."
Rever looks up. "How do you check?" He lit up. "Oh, I know!" Rever pulled out a knife. "We chop off a finger!"
"Uhhh.... maybe we just check for scars anywhere? That would eliminate the need of more serious methods." Estelle looks Rever's way, a bit shocked at his grisly suggestion.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The smell of cantaloupe stirs Estelle awake, and she sleepily rolls out of her web and sits by the fire. "Good morning!"
"Hello, want some cantaloupe? It's not much but food doesn't grow here so..."
"Yeah, sounds great!" Estelle happily takes the cantaloupe and begins draining it of fluid.
"Cool, I wish I could do that. Knew transmuter was the way to go..." Thirteen says, feeling his regular, boring, elvish teeth.
"Eh, it ain't all it's cut out to be." Estelle places the shriveled peel near the fire. "Thank you."
"No problem. So... what are we gonna do now? We're all up, we've got a mostly safe camp, and no Wearers... have... hm." Thirteen trails off, suddenly looking suspicious.
"Well, I've been asleep this whole time." Estelle takes the dried peel and starts cutting it with a small knife. "I certainly don't feel like a Wearer."
Suddenly Thirteen stands up. "I need to make sure all of you aren't Wearers. They're clawed things that flay people, eat what's inside, and then wear their flesh and pretend to be someone."
Rever looks up. "How do you check?" He lit up. "Oh, I know!" Rever pulled out a knife. "We chop off a finger!"
"Uhhh.... maybe we just check for scars anywhere? That would eliminate the need of more serious methods." Estelle looks Rever's way, a bit shocked at his grisly suggestion.
He looked slightly disappointed. "I have many scars. Do you mean fresh scars?"
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The smell of cantaloupe stirs Estelle awake, and she sleepily rolls out of her web and sits by the fire. "Good morning!"
"Hello, want some cantaloupe? It's not much but food doesn't grow here so..."
"Yeah, sounds great!" Estelle happily takes the cantaloupe and begins draining it of fluid.
"Cool, I wish I could do that. Knew transmuter was the way to go..." Thirteen says, feeling his regular, boring, elvish teeth.
"Eh, it ain't all it's cut out to be." Estelle places the shriveled peel near the fire. "Thank you."
"No problem. So... what are we gonna do now? We're all up, we've got a mostly safe camp, and no Wearers... have... hm." Thirteen trails off, suddenly looking suspicious.
"Well, I've been asleep this whole time." Estelle takes the dried peel and starts cutting it with a small knife. "I certainly don't feel like a Wearer."
Suddenly Thirteen stands up. "I need to make sure all of you aren't Wearers. They're clawed things that flay people, eat what's inside, and then wear their flesh and pretend to be someone."
Rever looks up. "How do you check?" He lit up. "Oh, I know!" Rever pulled out a knife. "We chop off a finger!"
"Uhhh.... maybe we just check for scars anywhere? That would eliminate the need of more serious methods." Estelle looks Rever's way, a bit shocked at his grisly suggestion.
He looked slightly disappointed. "I have many scars. Do you mean fresh scars?"
"Yeah. Given the description I got, these Wearers sound like they wouldn't be very neat."
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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)
The smell of cantaloupe stirs Estelle awake, and she sleepily rolls out of her web and sits by the fire. "Good morning!"
"Hello, want some cantaloupe? It's not much but food doesn't grow here so..."
"Yeah, sounds great!" Estelle happily takes the cantaloupe and begins draining it of fluid.
"Cool, I wish I could do that. Knew transmuter was the way to go..." Thirteen says, feeling his regular, boring, elvish teeth.
"Eh, it ain't all it's cut out to be." Estelle places the shriveled peel near the fire. "Thank you."
"No problem. So... what are we gonna do now? We're all up, we've got a mostly safe camp, and no Wearers... have... hm." Thirteen trails off, suddenly looking suspicious.
"Well, I've been asleep this whole time." Estelle takes the dried peel and starts cutting it with a small knife. "I certainly don't feel like a Wearer."
Suddenly Thirteen stands up. "I need to make sure all of you aren't Wearers. They're clawed things that flay people, eat what's inside, and then wear their flesh and pretend to be someone."
Rever looks up. "How do you check?" He lit up. "Oh, I know!" Rever pulled out a knife. "We chop off a finger!"
"Uhhh.... maybe we just check for scars anywhere? That would eliminate the need of more serious methods." Estelle looks Rever's way, a bit shocked at his grisly suggestion.
He looked slightly disappointed. "I have many scars. Do you mean fresh scars?"
"Yeah. Given the description I got, these Wearers sound like they wouldn't be very neat."
Rever smiled, taking off his cloak, on the inside, there are many rusted and sharp instruments, broken glass containers, and different weird and ragged toys, with a similar collection lining a leather chest piece worn by him. He took that off, revealing many, many old-looking scars and stitches, the newest one looking about 3 weeks old.
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The smell of cantaloupe stirs Estelle awake, and she sleepily rolls out of her web and sits by the fire. "Good morning!"
"Hello, want some cantaloupe? It's not much but food doesn't grow here so..."
"Yeah, sounds great!" Estelle happily takes the cantaloupe and begins draining it of fluid.
"Cool, I wish I could do that. Knew transmuter was the way to go..." Thirteen says, feeling his regular, boring, elvish teeth.
"Eh, it ain't all it's cut out to be." Estelle places the shriveled peel near the fire. "Thank you."
"No problem. So... what are we gonna do now? We're all up, we've got a mostly safe camp, and no Wearers... have... hm." Thirteen trails off, suddenly looking suspicious.
"Well, I've been asleep this whole time." Estelle takes the dried peel and starts cutting it with a small knife. "I certainly don't feel like a Wearer."
Suddenly Thirteen stands up. "I need to make sure all of you aren't Wearers. They're clawed things that flay people, eat what's inside, and then wear their flesh and pretend to be someone."
Rever looks up. "How do you check?" He lit up. "Oh, I know!" Rever pulled out a knife. "We chop off a finger!"
"Uhhh.... maybe we just check for scars anywhere? That would eliminate the need of more serious methods." Estelle looks Rever's way, a bit shocked at his grisly suggestion.
He looked slightly disappointed. "I have many scars. Do you mean fresh scars?"
"Yeah. Given the description I got, these Wearers sound like they wouldn't be very neat."
Rever smiled, taking off his cloak, on the inside, there are many rusted and sharp instruments, broken glass containers, and different weird and ragged toys, with a similar collection lining a leather chest piece worn by him. He took that off, revealing many, many old-looking scars and stitches, the newest one looking about 3 weeks old.
Estelle points towards a large scar on her back that seems very old. "I got this one a year ago. Other than that, I don't have anything that'd leave a scar."
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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)
The smell of cantaloupe stirs Estelle awake, and she sleepily rolls out of her web and sits by the fire. "Good morning!"
"Hello, want some cantaloupe? It's not much but food doesn't grow here so..."
"Yeah, sounds great!" Estelle happily takes the cantaloupe and begins draining it of fluid.
"Cool, I wish I could do that. Knew transmuter was the way to go..." Thirteen says, feeling his regular, boring, elvish teeth.
"Eh, it ain't all it's cut out to be." Estelle places the shriveled peel near the fire. "Thank you."
"No problem. So... what are we gonna do now? We're all up, we've got a mostly safe camp, and no Wearers... have... hm." Thirteen trails off, suddenly looking suspicious.
"Well, I've been asleep this whole time." Estelle takes the dried peel and starts cutting it with a small knife. "I certainly don't feel like a Wearer."
Suddenly Thirteen stands up. "I need to make sure all of you aren't Wearers. They're clawed things that flay people, eat what's inside, and then wear their flesh and pretend to be someone."
Rever looks up. "How do you check?" He lit up. "Oh, I know!" Rever pulled out a knife. "We chop off a finger!"
"Uhhh.... maybe we just check for scars anywhere? That would eliminate the need of more serious methods." Estelle looks Rever's way, a bit shocked at his grisly suggestion.
He looked slightly disappointed. "I have many scars. Do you mean fresh scars?"
"Yeah. Given the description I got, these Wearers sound like they wouldn't be very neat."
Rever smiled, taking off his cloak, on the inside, there are many rusted and sharp instruments, broken glass containers, and different weird and ragged toys, with a similar collection lining a leather chest piece worn by him. He took that off, revealing many, many old-looking scars and stitches, the newest one looking about 3 weeks old.
Estelle points towards a large scar on her back that seems very old. "I got this one a year ago. Other than that, I don't have anything that'd leave a scar."
Theren shrugs and says, "My last scar was 2 years ago."
The smell of cantaloupe stirs Estelle awake, and she sleepily rolls out of her web and sits by the fire. "Good morning!"
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)
"Merci." Rever accepts a slice and begins slowly snacking on it.
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"Hello, want some cantaloupe? It's not much but food doesn't grow here so..."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Morning"
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"Hm. Its good."
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"Yeah, sounds great!" Estelle happily takes the cantaloupe and begins draining it of fluid.
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)
"Cool, I wish I could do that. Knew transmuter was the way to go..." Thirteen says, feeling his regular, boring, elvish teeth.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Theren, being bored, starts playing his guitar and singing softly.
*All credit to the band Lovejoy for this song*
I'm sure that your heart's in the right place
I'm sure that you break more than I make
My mother says you're up your own [1GP]
Like stagehand, a puppet show
But hell, what does she know?
You're so appealing
We can barely see your hair receding
You're a man of few needs
But the sleep thoughts are deep
Sound as good with slurred speech as I do when I'm sober
He's always right, you're never right
Get me out of here
It's 'cause you're scared
You're just scared of the future
He's got a bus, he's got a bike
Get me out of here
And you're just scared
You're just scared of the future
I guess this makes you right
The boys must be lucky that you didn't try out here tonight
'Cause you're so relievin'
You're like a breath of fresh air on a warm summer evening
It's up to you right, citing the night
Is it over both eyes, to make sure the song does
(Wait)
Woo
He's always right, you're never right
Get me out of this
'Cause you're just scared
You're just scared of the future
He's got a bus, he's got a bike
Get me out of this
Now you're just scared
You're just scared of the future
You're just scared
You're just scared of the future
You're just scared
You're just scared of the future
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"Eh, it ain't all it's cut out to be." Estelle places the shriveled peel near the fire. "Thank you."
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)
"No problem. So... what are we gonna do now? We're all up, we've got a mostly safe camp, and no Wearers... have... hm." Thirteen trails off, suddenly looking suspicious.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Well, I've been asleep this whole time." Estelle takes the dried peel and starts cutting it with a small knife. "I certainly don't feel like a Wearer."
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)
Suddenly Thirteen stands up. "I need to make sure all of you aren't Wearers. They're clawed things that flay people, eat what's inside, and then wear their flesh and pretend to be someone."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Rever looks up. "How do you check?" He lit up. "Oh, I know!" Rever pulled out a knife. "We chop off a finger!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"WOAH! NO!"
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"Uhhh.... maybe we just check for scars anywhere? That would eliminate the need of more serious methods." Estelle looks Rever's way, a bit shocked at his grisly suggestion.
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 looked slightly disappointed. "I have many scars. Do you mean fresh scars?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Yeah. Given the description I got, these Wearers sound like they wouldn't be very neat."
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)
Rever smiled, taking off his cloak, on the inside, there are many rusted and sharp instruments, broken glass containers, and different weird and ragged toys, with a similar collection lining a leather chest piece worn by him. He took that off, revealing many, many old-looking scars and stitches, the newest one looking about 3 weeks old.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Estelle points towards a large scar on her back that seems very old. "I got this one a year ago. Other than that, I don't have anything that'd leave a scar."
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)
Theren shrugs and says, "My last scar was 2 years ago."
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