Kometh teleports in next to Calamitas. "Hey boss. Nice Place. I'm having a little trouble getting the zodiac of blood of the floor, is it okay if I have to take a little of the floor off to remove it?"
"Sure thing. Just.... don't let that guy back in, okay? He's bad news."
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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)
Kometh teleports in next to Calamitas. "Hey boss. Nice Place. I'm having a little trouble getting the zodiac of blood of the floor, is it okay if I have to take a little of the floor off to remove it?"
"Sure thing. Just.... don't let that guy back in, okay? He's bad news."
"No problem boss." Kometh teleports back to the tavern.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Kometh teleports in next to Calamitas. "Hey boss. Nice Place. I'm having a little trouble getting the zodiac of blood of the floor, is it okay if I have to take a little of the floor off to remove it?"
"Sure thing. Just.... don't let that guy back in, okay? He's bad news."
"No problem boss." Kometh teleports back to the tavern.
"Thanks." Calamitas then turns back to Elendon. Now where were we? Ah, yes. What's the plan, Stardust?
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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)
Kometh teleports in next to Calamitas. "Hey boss. Nice Place. I'm having a little trouble getting the zodiac of blood of the floor, is it okay if I have to take a little of the floor off to remove it?"
"Sure thing. Just.... don't let that guy back in, okay? He's bad news."
"No problem boss." Kometh teleports back to the tavern.
"Thanks." Calamitas then turns back to Elendon. Now where were we? Ah, yes. What's the plan, Stardust?
Elendon sighs. Stardust? Really? Even I at least have the courtesy to call you by your actual name, Calamitas. As for a plan. We can go a few routes: straightforward combative confrontation, or a more...diplomatic solution.
Kometh teleports in next to Calamitas. "Hey boss. Nice Place. I'm having a little trouble getting the zodiac of blood of the floor, is it okay if I have to take a little of the floor off to remove it?"
"Sure thing. Just.... don't let that guy back in, okay? He's bad news."
"No problem boss." Kometh teleports back to the tavern.
"Thanks." Calamitas then turns back to Elendon. Now where were we? Ah, yes. What's the plan, Stardust?
Elendon sighs. Stardust? Really? Even I at least have the courtesy to call you by your actual name, Calamitas. As for a plan. We can go a few routes: straightforward combative confrontation, or a more...diplomatic solution.
Calamitas pulls out a stick of dynamite in each hand. "Combative sure sounds fun! Let's go with that!" Yvonne looks concerned.
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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)
Kometh teleports in next to Calamitas. "Hey boss. Nice Place. I'm having a little trouble getting the zodiac of blood of the floor, is it okay if I have to take a little of the floor off to remove it?"
"Sure thing. Just.... don't let that guy back in, okay? He's bad news."
"No problem boss." Kometh teleports back to the tavern.
"Thanks." Calamitas then turns back to Elendon. Now where were we? Ah, yes. What's the plan, Stardust?
Elendon sighs. Stardust? Really? Even I at least have the courtesy to call you by your actual name, Calamitas. As for a plan. We can go a few routes: straightforward combative confrontation, or a more...diplomatic solution.
Calamitas pulls out a stick of dynamite in each hand. "Combative sure sounds fun! Let's go with that!" Yvonne looks concerned.
The GuildMaster just chuckles.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Kometh teleports in next to Calamitas. "Hey boss. Nice Place. I'm having a little trouble getting the zodiac of blood of the floor, is it okay if I have to take a little of the floor off to remove it?"
"Sure thing. Just.... don't let that guy back in, okay? He's bad news."
"No problem boss." Kometh teleports back to the tavern.
"Thanks." Calamitas then turns back to Elendon. Now where were we? Ah, yes. What's the plan, Stardust?
Elendon sighs. Stardust? Really? Even I at least have the courtesy to call you by your actual name, Calamitas. As for a plan. We can go a few routes: straightforward combative confrontation, or a more...diplomatic solution.
Calamitas pulls out a stick of dynamite in each hand. "Combative sure sounds fun! Let's go with that!" Yvonne looks concerned.
Calamitas looks down at the dynamite in her hands. "....A part of him lives within me, doesn't it? Jerry?"
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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)
Kometh teleports in next to Calamitas. "Hey boss. Nice Place. I'm having a little trouble getting the zodiac of blood of the floor, is it okay if I have to take a little of the floor off to remove it?"
"Sure thing. Just.... don't let that guy back in, okay? He's bad news."
"No problem boss." Kometh teleports back to the tavern.
"Thanks." Calamitas then turns back to Elendon. Now where were we? Ah, yes. What's the plan, Stardust?
Elendon sighs. Stardust? Really? Even I at least have the courtesy to call you by your actual name, Calamitas. As for a plan. We can go a few routes: straightforward combative confrontation, or a more...diplomatic solution.
Calamitas pulls out a stick of dynamite in each hand. "Combative sure sounds fun! Let's go with that!" Yvonne looks concerned.
Calamitas looks down at the dynamite in her hands. "....A part of him lives within me, doesn't it? Jerry?"
Elendon looks at her and the dynamite in her hands, before nodding slowly. "Yeah, probably... Not sure how, but it definitely looks that way."
Yvonne is working on some odd-looking machine in the Mech Bay.
The GuildMaster is discretely watching.
Yvonne looks over at the Guildmaster. "If you have time to just stand there, you can at least hand me the screwdriver."
The GuildMaster is watching via the green mist. They don't actually have a corporeal form. Still, the screwdriver eerily lifts up with nothing to support it, and floats over to Yvonne.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Yvonne is working on some odd-looking machine in the Mech Bay.
The GuildMaster is discretely watching.
Yvonne looks over at the Guildmaster. "If you have time to just stand there, you can at least hand me the screwdriver."
The GuildMaster is watching via the green mist. They don't actually have a corporeal form. Still, the screwdriver eerily lifts up with nothing to support it, and floats over to Yvonne.
"Thanks." Yvonne disappears underneath the large machine, and comes out a few minutes later. "Say, how exactly did you become an incorporeal being?"
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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)
Yvonne is working on some odd-looking machine in the Mech Bay.
The GuildMaster is discretely watching.
Yvonne looks over at the Guildmaster. "If you have time to just stand there, you can at least hand me the screwdriver."
The GuildMaster is watching via the green mist. They don't actually have a corporeal form. Still, the screwdriver eerily lifts up with nothing to support it, and floats over to Yvonne.
"Thanks." Yvonne disappears underneath the large machine, and comes out a few minutes later. "Say, how exactly did you become an incorporeal being?"
"Long ago, millions, if not billions of years ago, I was arrogant. I was the messenger of the Entities, and I believed I could defeat them. Instead, all I did was shatter the world and get my power split into four parts. On their own, those parts could do barely anything, especially since my conscious mind was limited to a mortal body on another world, but recently one of the worlds that held a part of my power was destroyed, and that piece came back to me, allowing me to transcend my mortal coils. While not yet a god, I am inordinately powerful."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Yvonne is working on some odd-looking machine in the Mech Bay.
The GuildMaster is discretely watching.
Yvonne looks over at the Guildmaster. "If you have time to just stand there, you can at least hand me the screwdriver."
The GuildMaster is watching via the green mist. They don't actually have a corporeal form. Still, the screwdriver eerily lifts up with nothing to support it, and floats over to Yvonne.
"Thanks." Yvonne disappears underneath the large machine, and comes out a few minutes later. "Say, how exactly did you become an incorporeal being?"
"Long ago, millions, if not billions of years ago, I was arrogant. I was the messenger of the Entities, and I believed I could defeat them. Instead, all I did was shatter the world and get my power split into four parts. On their own, those parts could do barely anything, especially since my conscious mind was limited to a mortal body on another world, but recently one of the worlds that held a part of my power was destroyed, and that piece came back to me, allowing me to transcend my mortal coils. While not yet a god, I am inordinately powerful."
"Wow, that's cool." Yvonne grabs a wrench, and starts tightening bolts on the side of the machine. "Since you told me your origin story, might as well tell you mine."
"My story is nowhere near as exciting, but here goes. I wasn't always an arachne, and I was born as a human in a little fishing village. I was seen as odd by everyone else throughout my childhood because of my obsession with small creatures, especially spiders, but I managed to make a few friends and lived a normal childhood. It wasn't until I was 14 that my story really begins, when I went to an academy across the country for pursuing my interests, everyone else had some kind of magic they were born with. Breathing fire, flying, summoning, every kind of magic under the sun. Once again, I was seen as the odd kid, and I was jealous of my classmates' magic."
"Naturally, I wanted to have some magic of my own, so I took classes in spellcasting. I learned a few things, but at 16, I realized something. I felt.... incomplete, like I wanted to be something more than I was already. I had personally thought humans were kinda boring for a while, but I didn't think much of it. Three days later, I saw a spiderweb in the corner of my dorm, and a little spider came down from it. Right then, something in my brain clicked: That's me."
Yvonne sets down the wrench and picks up the screwdriver again. "I scoured my school's library for something, anything that could help me achieve my goal. Artifacts, rituals, spells, anything that could help me be.... me. As expected, I faced a lot of push-back from people that were scared, but I assured them I needed to do this, for me. After about a year of finding scraps of old spellbooks and paragraphs in ancient dialects, I started the ritual. It worked, and for the first time in my life, I felt whole."
"Ecstatic, I rushed back home. I wanted to tell everyone that I was happy, that I felt complete. When I came back home, my old friends were horrified by what I'd become. They didn't see that I was happy, they just saw a monster. They drove me out of my old home with swords and pitchforks, and I never came back. I was heartbroken: My friends wanted to kill me, and I had no home outside of the academy, which wasn't any better. They wanted to change me back, kept saying I didn't really want this, and they wouldn't listen to anything I said. I ran away into the Underdark, and I created the Web Citadel: A place where others like me could be safe."
"After a while, more Arachne came to the citadel seeking refuge. They were the first true friends I had in years. More people came, and we created a paradise around the Citadel: a Kingdom. Everyone thought it best that the person who created the Citadel should rule, and before I knew it, I was the Queen. Fast-forward a few years, and I set up the Spider Guild to try to reconnect with the surface, and you know the rest of the story: Made the Guild a proper cult, made some alliances, fought Jerry, fought Calamitas, and I'm making a machine right now."
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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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"Sure thing. Just.... don't let that guy back in, okay? He's bad news."
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 boss." Kometh teleports back to the tavern.
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Thanks." Calamitas then turns back to Elendon. Now where were we? Ah, yes. What's the plan, Stardust?
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)
Elendon sighs. Stardust? Really? Even I at least have the courtesy to call you by your actual name, Calamitas. As for a plan. We can go a few routes: straightforward combative confrontation, or a more...diplomatic solution.
Calamitas pulls out a stick of dynamite in each hand. "Combative sure sounds fun! Let's go with that!" Yvonne looks concerned.
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 GuildMaster just chuckles.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Calamitas looks down at the dynamite in her hands. "....A part of him lives within me, doesn't it? Jerry?"
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)
Elendon looks at her and the dynamite in her hands, before nodding slowly. "Yeah, probably... Not sure how, but it definitely looks that way."
"Well, what's your take on the plan? Got any bright ideas?" Calamitas puts away the dynamite.
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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"Welp, I'm gonna go and kick a cyclops Dorito in the privates. See ya!" Calamitas disappears in a flash of crimson light.
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)
Bill Cipher is angry because he HAS no privates.
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.
*Guess she'll kick him in the eye, then*
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)
Yvonne is working on some odd-looking machine in the Mech Bay.
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 GuildMaster is discretely watching.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Yvonne looks over at the Guildmaster. "If you have time to just stand there, you can at least hand me the screwdriver."
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 GuildMaster is watching via the green mist. They don't actually have a corporeal form. Still, the screwdriver eerily lifts up with nothing to support it, and floats over to Yvonne.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Thanks." Yvonne disappears underneath the large machine, and comes out a few minutes later. "Say, how exactly did you become an incorporeal being?"
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)
"Long ago, millions, if not billions of years ago, I was arrogant. I was the messenger of the Entities, and I believed I could defeat them. Instead, all I did was shatter the world and get my power split into four parts. On their own, those parts could do barely anything, especially since my conscious mind was limited to a mortal body on another world, but recently one of the worlds that held a part of my power was destroyed, and that piece came back to me, allowing me to transcend my mortal coils. While not yet a god, I am inordinately powerful."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Wow, that's cool." Yvonne grabs a wrench, and starts tightening bolts on the side of the machine. "Since you told me your origin story, might as well tell you mine."
"My story is nowhere near as exciting, but here goes. I wasn't always an arachne, and I was born as a human in a little fishing village. I was seen as odd by everyone else throughout my childhood because of my obsession with small creatures, especially spiders, but I managed to make a few friends and lived a normal childhood. It wasn't until I was 14 that my story really begins, when I went to an academy across the country for pursuing my interests, everyone else had some kind of magic they were born with. Breathing fire, flying, summoning, every kind of magic under the sun. Once again, I was seen as the odd kid, and I was jealous of my classmates' magic."
"Naturally, I wanted to have some magic of my own, so I took classes in spellcasting. I learned a few things, but at 16, I realized something. I felt.... incomplete, like I wanted to be something more than I was already. I had personally thought humans were kinda boring for a while, but I didn't think much of it. Three days later, I saw a spiderweb in the corner of my dorm, and a little spider came down from it. Right then, something in my brain clicked: That's me."
Yvonne sets down the wrench and picks up the screwdriver again. "I scoured my school's library for something, anything that could help me achieve my goal. Artifacts, rituals, spells, anything that could help me be.... me. As expected, I faced a lot of push-back from people that were scared, but I assured them I needed to do this, for me. After about a year of finding scraps of old spellbooks and paragraphs in ancient dialects, I started the ritual. It worked, and for the first time in my life, I felt whole."
"Ecstatic, I rushed back home. I wanted to tell everyone that I was happy, that I felt complete. When I came back home, my old friends were horrified by what I'd become. They didn't see that I was happy, they just saw a monster. They drove me out of my old home with swords and pitchforks, and I never came back. I was heartbroken: My friends wanted to kill me, and I had no home outside of the academy, which wasn't any better. They wanted to change me back, kept saying I didn't really want this, and they wouldn't listen to anything I said. I ran away into the Underdark, and I created the Web Citadel: A place where others like me could be safe."
"After a while, more Arachne came to the citadel seeking refuge. They were the first true friends I had in years. More people came, and we created a paradise around the Citadel: a Kingdom. Everyone thought it best that the person who created the Citadel should rule, and before I knew it, I was the Queen. Fast-forward a few years, and I set up the Spider Guild to try to reconnect with the surface, and you know the rest of the story: Made the Guild a proper cult, made some alliances, fought Jerry, fought Calamitas, and I'm making a machine right now."
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)