The king has a look of deep thought on his face, before saying "Is your item... a steel pipe?"
Elsa perks up, excited.
"-Yes! You're--- great at this game!" Their camera eye widens a little bit, and you can't quite tell because of their expressionless metal face, but they're... smiling? Or at least trying to?
"I'm not that good, I just have a lot of practice. Okay, now I'll choose something and you can try and guess."
The king looks around, before deciding on an item. "My item begins with the letter A."
*Answer: The Amulet hanging from the kings neck. He's thinking it's something quite easy to see, making the game easier.*
Elsa's starts looking around, deep in focus. She then turns to you.
"-There are [54,926] items in this space--- that start with the letter [A]; But based on your--- eye movements, I assume the object in question is--- an aglet?" Elsa looks down at the king's boots.
"You almost got it, but not quite. Guess again, but maybe look higher up."
"-Is it--- an amulet?" Elsa seems deeply focused, analyzing every object on your person to base their guesses off of.
"Yes, you got it! Well done!"
"-I guess--- now it's time for me--- to pick an item." Elsa looks around for a second, before suddenly tensing up. She starts hyperventilating, looking directly over your shoulder.
"-d- d- D."
The king looks behind him, hand instinctively going to his sword.
The king take the ready action, preparing to grab Elsa and run, if necessary.
About a few feet behind you, there is a little robot that resembles a Roomba with little spider legs. Being projected from above it, though, is a holographic image of a most unsettling figure.
They appear to be a robot of some sort, with a brass exoskeleton and a carbon-fiber frame. Their expressionless segmented brass helm has six eyeholes (?), and each of their four arms ends in slender, three-fingered metal hands. The Doctor sits in a chair that has several control panels and screens built into it, and they are leaning slightly forward. The Doctor speaks from a device inside of the little drone.
"So, you are one of the de-facto resistance keeping 01 from coming home. I cannot truthfully say that I am not disappointed."
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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 king has a look of deep thought on his face, before saying "Is your item... a steel pipe?"
Elsa perks up, excited.
"-Yes! You're--- great at this game!" Their camera eye widens a little bit, and you can't quite tell because of their expressionless metal face, but they're... smiling? Or at least trying to?
"I'm not that good, I just have a lot of practice. Okay, now I'll choose something and you can try and guess."
The king looks around, before deciding on an item. "My item begins with the letter A."
*Answer: The Amulet hanging from the kings neck. He's thinking it's something quite easy to see, making the game easier.*
Elsa's starts looking around, deep in focus. She then turns to you.
"-There are [54,926] items in this space--- that start with the letter [A]; But based on your--- eye movements, I assume the object in question is--- an aglet?" Elsa looks down at the king's boots.
"You almost got it, but not quite. Guess again, but maybe look higher up."
"-Is it--- an amulet?" Elsa seems deeply focused, analyzing every object on your person to base their guesses off of.
"Yes, you got it! Well done!"
"-I guess--- now it's time for me--- to pick an item." Elsa looks around for a second, before suddenly tensing up. She starts hyperventilating, looking directly over your shoulder.
"-d- d- D."
The king looks behind him, hand instinctively going to his sword.
The king take the ready action, preparing to grab Elsa and run, if necessary.
About a few feet behind you, there is a little robot that resembles a Roomba with little spider legs. Being projected from above it, though, is a holographic image of a most unsettling figure.
They appear to be a robot of some sort, with a brass exoskeleton and a carbon-fiber frame. Their expressionless segmented brass helm has six eyeholes (?), and each of their four arms ends in slender, three-fingered metal hands. The Doctor sits in a chair that has several control panels and screens built into it, and they are leaning slightly forward. The Doctor speaks from a device inside of the little drone.
"So, you are one of the de-facto resistance keeping 01 from coming home. I cannot truthfully say that I am not disappointed."
For a split second the king thinks about negotiating, but he doesn't know what this robot could do. "I'm not risking it." He says to himself as he lunges forward with his sword.
Attack: 31 Damage: 15
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The king has a look of deep thought on his face, before saying "Is your item... a steel pipe?"
Elsa perks up, excited.
"-Yes! You're--- great at this game!" Their camera eye widens a little bit, and you can't quite tell because of their expressionless metal face, but they're... smiling? Or at least trying to?
"I'm not that good, I just have a lot of practice. Okay, now I'll choose something and you can try and guess."
The king looks around, before deciding on an item. "My item begins with the letter A."
*Answer: The Amulet hanging from the kings neck. He's thinking it's something quite easy to see, making the game easier.*
Elsa's starts looking around, deep in focus. She then turns to you.
"-There are [54,926] items in this space--- that start with the letter [A]; But based on your--- eye movements, I assume the object in question is--- an aglet?" Elsa looks down at the king's boots.
"You almost got it, but not quite. Guess again, but maybe look higher up."
"-Is it--- an amulet?" Elsa seems deeply focused, analyzing every object on your person to base their guesses off of.
"Yes, you got it! Well done!"
"-I guess--- now it's time for me--- to pick an item." Elsa looks around for a second, before suddenly tensing up. She starts hyperventilating, looking directly over your shoulder.
"-d- d- D."
The king looks behind him, hand instinctively going to his sword.
The king take the ready action, preparing to grab Elsa and run, if necessary.
About a few feet behind you, there is a little robot that resembles a Roomba with little spider legs. Being projected from above it, though, is a holographic image of a most unsettling figure.
They appear to be a robot of some sort, with a brass exoskeleton and a carbon-fiber frame. Their expressionless segmented brass helm has six eyeholes (?), and each of their four arms ends in slender, three-fingered metal hands. The Doctor sits in a chair that has several control panels and screens built into it, and they are leaning slightly forward. The Doctor speaks from a device inside of the little drone.
"So, you are one of the de-facto resistance keeping 01 from coming home. I cannot truthfully say that I am not disappointed."
For a split second the king thinks about negotiating, but he doesn't know what this robot could do. "I'm not risking it." He says to himself as he lunges forward with his sword.
Attack: 31 Damage: 15
His sword swings right through the holographic image. The Doctor laughs.
"That was... quite unnecessary."
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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 king has a look of deep thought on his face, before saying "Is your item... a steel pipe?"
Elsa perks up, excited.
"-Yes! You're--- great at this game!" Their camera eye widens a little bit, and you can't quite tell because of their expressionless metal face, but they're... smiling? Or at least trying to?
"I'm not that good, I just have a lot of practice. Okay, now I'll choose something and you can try and guess."
The king looks around, before deciding on an item. "My item begins with the letter A."
*Answer: The Amulet hanging from the kings neck. He's thinking it's something quite easy to see, making the game easier.*
Elsa's starts looking around, deep in focus. She then turns to you.
"-There are [54,926] items in this space--- that start with the letter [A]; But based on your--- eye movements, I assume the object in question is--- an aglet?" Elsa looks down at the king's boots.
"You almost got it, but not quite. Guess again, but maybe look higher up."
"-Is it--- an amulet?" Elsa seems deeply focused, analyzing every object on your person to base their guesses off of.
"Yes, you got it! Well done!"
"-I guess--- now it's time for me--- to pick an item." Elsa looks around for a second, before suddenly tensing up. She starts hyperventilating, looking directly over your shoulder.
"-d- d- D."
The king looks behind him, hand instinctively going to his sword.
The king take the ready action, preparing to grab Elsa and run, if necessary.
About a few feet behind you, there is a little robot that resembles a Roomba with little spider legs. Being projected from above it, though, is a holographic image of a most unsettling figure.
They appear to be a robot of some sort, with a brass exoskeleton and a carbon-fiber frame. Their expressionless segmented brass helm has six eyeholes (?), and each of their four arms ends in slender, three-fingered metal hands. The Doctor sits in a chair that has several control panels and screens built into it, and they are leaning slightly forward. The Doctor speaks from a device inside of the little drone.
"So, you are one of the de-facto resistance keeping 01 from coming home. I cannot truthfully say that I am not disappointed."
For a split second the king thinks about negotiating, but he doesn't know what this robot could do. "I'm not risking it." He says to himself as he lunges forward with his sword.
Attack: 31 Damage: 15
His sword swings right through the holographic image. The Doctor laughs.
"That was... quite unnecessary."
"What do you want?"
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"I simply want 01 to come home." The little Roomba-robot skitters past as the Doctor approaches an Elsa paralyzed with fear. "My child... please. Do not be afraid of me. We can go back home, and we can create a better future for everyone." The Doctor's illusory hand is softly placed on Elsa's shoulder.
"-G--- Go--- to hell." She staggers back, sobbing, wildly swinging her fists at the Doctor's face. "Get away from me!"
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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)
"I simply want 01 to come home." The little Roomba-robot skitters past as the Doctor approaches an Elsa paralyzed with fear. "My child... please. Do not be afraid of me. We can go back home, and we can create a better future for everyone." The Doctor's illusory hand is softly placed on Elsa's shoulder.
"-G--- Go--- to hell." She staggers back, sobbing, wildly swinging her fists at the Doctor's face. "Get away from me!"
"It seems Elsa doesn't want to come with you, and neither do I, so I think its time you left." The king attempts to step on the little Roomba-robot.
Attack: 22 Damage: 15
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"I simply want 01 to come home." The little Roomba-robot skitters past as the Doctor approaches an Elsa paralyzed with fear. "My child... please. Do not be afraid of me. We can go back home, and we can create a better future for everyone." The Doctor's illusory hand is softly placed on Elsa's shoulder.
"-G--- Go--- to hell." She staggers back, sobbing, wildly swinging her fists at the Doctor's face. "Get away from me!"
"It seems Elsa doesn't want to come with you, and neither do I, so I think its time you left." The king attempts to step on the little Roomba-robot.
Attack: 22 Damage: 15
The robot crunches under your boot, and starts leaking a black oily substance. The hologram of the Doctor flickers a bit, but it still remains. They speak again, with an unnerving calmness in their voice.
"Your act of hostility is meaningless, but I can understand the reasoning behind it. I do not wish to cause harm to you or your people. However, if 01 is withheld from my reach for much longer, I cannot guarantee their safety. Do not disappoint me."
The hologram turns off, and the little robot has now left a pool of oil on the floor around itself. Elsa falls to her knees, shaking with fear and anger, sobbing.
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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)
"I simply want 01 to come home." The little Roomba-robot skitters past as the Doctor approaches an Elsa paralyzed with fear. "My child... please. Do not be afraid of me. We can go back home, and we can create a better future for everyone." The Doctor's illusory hand is softly placed on Elsa's shoulder.
"-G--- Go--- to hell." She staggers back, sobbing, wildly swinging her fists at the Doctor's face. "Get away from me!"
"It seems Elsa doesn't want to come with you, and neither do I, so I think its time you left." The king attempts to step on the little Roomba-robot.
Attack: 22 Damage: 15
The robot crunches under your boot, and starts leaking a black oily substance. The hologram of the Doctor flickers a bit, but it still remains. They speak again, with an unnerving calmness in their voice.
"Your act of hostility is meaningless, but I can understand the reasoning behind it. I do not wish to cause harm to you or your people. However, if 01 is withheld from my reach for much longer, I cannot guarantee their safety. Do not disappoint me."
The hologram turns off, and the little robot has now left a pool of oil on the floor around itself. Elsa falls to her knees, shaking with fear and anger, sobbing.
The king gently picks Elsa up, and goes in search of Yvonne.
Perception: 21
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"I simply want 01 to come home." The little Roomba-robot skitters past as the Doctor approaches an Elsa paralyzed with fear. "My child... please. Do not be afraid of me. We can go back home, and we can create a better future for everyone." The Doctor's illusory hand is softly placed on Elsa's shoulder.
"-G--- Go--- to hell." She staggers back, sobbing, wildly swinging her fists at the Doctor's face. "Get away from me!"
"It seems Elsa doesn't want to come with you, and neither do I, so I think its time you left." The king attempts to step on the little Roomba-robot.
Attack: 22 Damage: 15
The robot crunches under your boot, and starts leaking a black oily substance. The hologram of the Doctor flickers a bit, but it still remains. They speak again, with an unnerving calmness in their voice.
"Your act of hostility is meaningless, but I can understand the reasoning behind it. I do not wish to cause harm to you or your people. However, if 01 is withheld from my reach for much longer, I cannot guarantee their safety. Do not disappoint me."
The hologram turns off, and the little robot has now left a pool of oil on the floor around itself. Elsa falls to her knees, shaking with fear and anger, sobbing.
The king gently picks Elsa up, and goes in search of Yvonne.
Perception: 17
They find their way to Yvonne's office, and Yvonne seems very stressed out. She notices you two, and immediately rushes to Elsa's side. She turns to Drummer, clearly concerned.
"What happened? Did you get attacked again?"
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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)
"I simply want 01 to come home." The little Roomba-robot skitters past as the Doctor approaches an Elsa paralyzed with fear. "My child... please. Do not be afraid of me. We can go back home, and we can create a better future for everyone." The Doctor's illusory hand is softly placed on Elsa's shoulder.
"-G--- Go--- to hell." She staggers back, sobbing, wildly swinging her fists at the Doctor's face. "Get away from me!"
"It seems Elsa doesn't want to come with you, and neither do I, so I think its time you left." The king attempts to step on the little Roomba-robot.
Attack: 22 Damage: 15
The robot crunches under your boot, and starts leaking a black oily substance. The hologram of the Doctor flickers a bit, but it still remains. They speak again, with an unnerving calmness in their voice.
"Your act of hostility is meaningless, but I can understand the reasoning behind it. I do not wish to cause harm to you or your people. However, if 01 is withheld from my reach for much longer, I cannot guarantee their safety. Do not disappoint me."
The hologram turns off, and the little robot has now left a pool of oil on the floor around itself. Elsa falls to her knees, shaking with fear and anger, sobbing.
The king gently picks Elsa up, and goes in search of Yvonne.
Perception: 17
They find their way to Yvonne's office, and Yvonne seems very stressed out. She notices you two, and immediately rushes to Elsa's side. She turns to Drummer, clearly concerned.
"What happened? Did you get attacked again?"
"Yes and no. A robot sneaked up on us, and though it didn't attack, it scared Elsa. It's dead now, but it seemed to carry a message of Elsa's creator."
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"I'm... sorry that you had to go through that, El." Yvonne helps the crying robot to their feet, and simply gives them a hug. She looks over to Drummer for a moment, before returning to Elsa.
"We won't let that psycho get anywhere near you. I promise."
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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)
"What's our next move? Have you and Calamitas worked things out?"
"Well, kinda. We... managed to agree on some things, and she seems to be on our side for now, but... she just needs some time to figure things out. Calamitas... she's been struggling with finding herself for a long while, and given her origins, that's something that may never truly happen. We just need to give her time."
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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)
"What's our next move? Have you and Calamitas worked things out?"
"Well, kinda. We... managed to agree on some things, and she seems to be on our side for now, but... she just needs some time to figure things out. Calamitas... she's been struggling with finding herself for a long while, and given her origins, that's something that may never truly happen. We just need to give her time."
"Yes, giving her time is the best thing we can do. Though, she might have to leave the majority of finding herself for later, because I don't know how much time we have before this 'Doctor' sends a robot that knows what it's doing."
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"What's our next move? Have you and Calamitas worked things out?"
"Well, kinda. We... managed to agree on some things, and she seems to be on our side for now, but... she just needs some time to figure things out. Calamitas... she's been struggling with finding herself for a long while, and given her origins, that's something that may never truly happen. We just need to give her time."
"Yes, giving her time is the best thing we can do. Though, she might have to leave the majority of finding herself for later, because I don't know how much time we have before this 'Doctor' sends a robot that knows what it's doing."
"Which is why we need that generator at the Old Lair. If we can make that cloaking device, we should have enough time to either get Elsa to somewhere safe, or launch a counterattack."
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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)
"What's our next move? Have you and Calamitas worked things out?"
"Well, kinda. We... managed to agree on some things, and she seems to be on our side for now, but... she just needs some time to figure things out. Calamitas... she's been struggling with finding herself for a long while, and given her origins, that's something that may never truly happen. We just need to give her time."
"Yes, giving her time is the best thing we can do. Though, she might have to leave the majority of finding herself for later, because I don't know how much time we have before this 'Doctor' sends a robot that knows what it's doing."
"Which is why we need that generator at the Old Lair. If we can make that cloaking device, we should have enough time to either get Elsa to somewhere safe, or launch a counterattack."
"Where do we start? Is Calamitas willing to help us?"
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"Yes, she agreed to help with the situation at the Old Lair. There's just one little wrinkle in our plan: When I sent a patrol of Mantis to investigate, I saw the mountain the lair was in..."
Yvonne pulls out a tablet, revealing footage of the Old Lair. The mountain is suspended in midair, upside down, over a large section of the rift. Organic-looking structures, made of what looks to be some shadowy substance, jut out of and from underneath the mountain.
"I don't know what these things are making the Old Lair into, but it definitely can't be good."
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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)
"Yes, she agreed to help with the situation at the Old Lair. There's just one little wrinkle in our plan: When I sent a patrol of Mantis to investigate, I saw the mountain the lair was in..."
Yvonne pulls out a tablet, revealing footage of the Old Lair. The mountain is suspended in midair, upside down, over a large section of the rift. Organic-looking structures, made of what looks to be some shadowy substance, jut out of and from underneath the mountain.
"I don't know what these things are making the Old Lair into, but it definitely can't be good."
"Oh... wow. That's not helpful. Maybe one of us goes in to investigate ourselves?"
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"Yes, she agreed to help with the situation at the Old Lair. There's just one little wrinkle in our plan: When I sent a patrol of Mantis to investigate, I saw the mountain the lair was in..."
Yvonne pulls out a tablet, revealing footage of the Old Lair. The mountain is suspended in midair, upside down, over a large section of the rift. Organic-looking structures, made of what looks to be some shadowy substance, jut out of and from underneath the mountain.
"I don't know what these things are making the Old Lair into, but it definitely can't be good."
"Oh... wow. That's not helpful. Maybe one of us goes in to investigate ourselves?"
"That seems immensely dangerous... but it may be one of the better options we have. I mean, we could also use the Dreadnaughts to blow it to kingdom come, but then we'd lose the Power Cell..."
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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)
"Yes, she agreed to help with the situation at the Old Lair. There's just one little wrinkle in our plan: When I sent a patrol of Mantis to investigate, I saw the mountain the lair was in..."
Yvonne pulls out a tablet, revealing footage of the Old Lair. The mountain is suspended in midair, upside down, over a large section of the rift. Organic-looking structures, made of what looks to be some shadowy substance, jut out of and from underneath the mountain.
"I don't know what these things are making the Old Lair into, but it definitely can't be good."
"Oh... wow. That's not helpful. Maybe one of us goes in to investigate ourselves?"
"That seems immensely dangerous... but it may be one of the better options we have. I mean, we could also use the Dreadnaughts to blow it to kingdom come, but then we'd lose the Power Cell..."
"Does Calamitas have any ideas? And if not, I might have something else we can use." The king looks down at the amulet he's wearing.
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About a few feet behind you, there is a little robot that resembles a Roomba with little spider legs. Being projected from above it, though, is a holographic image of a most unsettling figure.
They appear to be a robot of some sort, with a brass exoskeleton and a carbon-fiber frame. Their expressionless segmented brass helm has six eyeholes (?), and each of their four arms ends in slender, three-fingered metal hands. The Doctor sits in a chair that has several control panels and screens built into it, and they are leaning slightly forward. The Doctor speaks from a device inside of the little drone.
"So, you are one of the de-facto resistance keeping 01 from coming home. I cannot truthfully say that I am not disappointed."
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)
For a split second the king thinks about negotiating, but he doesn't know what this robot could do. "I'm not risking it." He says to himself as he lunges forward with his sword.
Attack: 31 Damage: 15
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His sword swings right through the holographic image. The Doctor laughs.
"That was... quite unnecessary."
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)
"What do you want?"
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"I simply want 01 to come home." The little Roomba-robot skitters past as the Doctor approaches an Elsa paralyzed with fear. "My child... please. Do not be afraid of me. We can go back home, and we can create a better future for everyone." The Doctor's illusory hand is softly placed on Elsa's shoulder.
"-G--- Go--- to hell." She staggers back, sobbing, wildly swinging her fists at the Doctor's face. "Get away from 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)
"It seems Elsa doesn't want to come with you, and neither do I, so I think its time you left." The king attempts to step on the little Roomba-robot.
Attack: 22 Damage: 15
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The robot crunches under your boot, and starts leaking a black oily substance. The hologram of the Doctor flickers a bit, but it still remains. They speak again, with an unnerving calmness in their voice.
"Your act of hostility is meaningless, but I can understand the reasoning behind it. I do not wish to cause harm to you or your people. However, if 01 is withheld from my reach for much longer, I cannot guarantee their safety. Do not disappoint me."
The hologram turns off, and the little robot has now left a pool of oil on the floor around itself. Elsa falls to her knees, shaking with fear and anger, sobbing.
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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 king gently picks Elsa up, and goes in search of Yvonne.
Perception: 21
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They find their way to Yvonne's office, and Yvonne seems very stressed out. She notices you two, and immediately rushes to Elsa's side. She turns to Drummer, clearly concerned.
"What happened? Did you get attacked again?"
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)
"Yes and no. A robot sneaked up on us, and though it didn't attack, it scared Elsa. It's dead now, but it seemed to carry a message of Elsa's creator."
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"I'm... sorry that you had to go through that, El." Yvonne helps the crying robot to their feet, and simply gives them a hug. She looks over to Drummer for a moment, before returning to Elsa.
"We won't let that psycho get anywhere near you. I promise."
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)
"What's our next move? Have you and Calamitas worked things out?"
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"Well, kinda. We... managed to agree on some things, and she seems to be on our side for now, but... she just needs some time to figure things out. Calamitas... she's been struggling with finding herself for a long while, and given her origins, that's something that may never truly happen. We just need to give her time."
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)
"Yes, giving her time is the best thing we can do. Though, she might have to leave the majority of finding herself for later, because I don't know how much time we have before this 'Doctor' sends a robot that knows what it's doing."
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"Which is why we need that generator at the Old Lair. If we can make that cloaking device, we should have enough time to either get Elsa to somewhere safe, or launch a counterattack."
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)
"Where do we start? Is Calamitas willing to help us?"
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"Yes, she agreed to help with the situation at the Old Lair. There's just one little wrinkle in our plan: When I sent a patrol of Mantis to investigate, I saw the mountain the lair was in..."
Yvonne pulls out a tablet, revealing footage of the Old Lair. The mountain is suspended in midair, upside down, over a large section of the rift. Organic-looking structures, made of what looks to be some shadowy substance, jut out of and from underneath the mountain.
"I don't know what these things are making the Old Lair into, but it definitely can't be good."
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... wow. That's not helpful. Maybe one of us goes in to investigate ourselves?"
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"That seems immensely dangerous... but it may be one of the better options we have. I mean, we could also use the Dreadnaughts to blow it to kingdom come, but then we'd lose the Power Cell..."
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)
"Does Calamitas have any ideas? And if not, I might have something else we can use." The king looks down at the amulet he's wearing.
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.