Some footsteps can be heard walking up to the front of the lair, then an impressed whistle. "Whew, there has been many changes made since my last appearance." A human man knocks on the front, not really sure what else to do just yet.
*Sadly, I won't be able to respond to anything tomorrow morning, so see y'all then!*
The large doors open, and Yvonne is waiting there with a smile. "0verkill! You got my message! It's been so long! Now...." Yvonne's expression becomes far more grim. "Follow me." She then starts walking down the long hallway.
Noting the serious tone, the human nods and follows. "My queen, what has happened?"
"We have unveiled some old texts that speak of a ritual of sorts. We don't understand most of the dialects, but what we do know is that the ritual is not harmful if done properly, and has no sacrifice required. That's why I came to you: So that we can test what the ritual does." Yvonne walks over to a room with a few chairs and a stack of magazines. "Could you wait here for a moment? There's someone at the door."
"Very well." He takes a seat and looks at the magazine at the top of the stack.
"Alright, I'm back. My simulacrum should be able to answer the door." You see that Yvonne is both standing in front of you, and opening the large doors to the Lair. "Now," She punches a long password into a keypad you can't see, and the floor underneath her and you lowers into a large, dimly lit room. "Let's begin."
The walls of the room are plastered in spiderwebs, and hundreds, if not thousands of little spiders are crawling along the walls. Along the back wall, there are eight glowing magic circles, with a large ninth in the center. Yvonne grabs what looks like a tea packet, and sets it down in a cup of hot water. "First, you'll need to drink this."
The man smiles pleasantly. "Of course." He gets up and walks over, waiting for what may or may not be tea to be done.
After about a few minutes, the 'tea' is ready, and Yvonne hands it to you, smiling.
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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)
Some footsteps can be heard walking up to the front of the lair, then an impressed whistle. "Whew, there has been many changes made since my last appearance." A human man knocks on the front, not really sure what else to do just yet.
*Sadly, I won't be able to respond to anything tomorrow morning, so see y'all then!*
The large doors open, and Yvonne is waiting there with a smile. "0verkill! You got my message! It's been so long! Now...." Yvonne's expression becomes far more grim. "Follow me." She then starts walking down the long hallway.
Noting the serious tone, the human nods and follows. "My queen, what has happened?"
"We have unveiled some old texts that speak of a ritual of sorts. We don't understand most of the dialects, but what we do know is that the ritual is not harmful if done properly, and has no sacrifice required. That's why I came to you: So that we can test what the ritual does." Yvonne walks over to a room with a few chairs and a stack of magazines. "Could you wait here for a moment? There's someone at the door."
"Very well." He takes a seat and looks at the magazine at the top of the stack.
"Alright, I'm back. My simulacrum should be able to answer the door." You see that Yvonne is both standing in front of you, and opening the large doors to the Lair. "Now," She punches a long password into a keypad you can't see, and the floor underneath her and you lowers into a large, dimly lit room. "Let's begin."
The walls of the room are plastered in spiderwebs, and hundreds, if not thousands of little spiders are crawling along the walls. Along the back wall, there are eight glowing magic circles, with a large ninth in the center. Yvonne grabs what looks like a tea packet, and sets it down in a cup of hot water. "First, you'll need to drink this."
The man smiles pleasantly. "Of course." He gets up and walks over, waiting for what may or may not be tea to be done.
After about a few minutes, the 'tea' is ready, and Yvonne hands it to you, smiling.
He smiles and raises it in a 'cheers' manner and drinks it down.
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It's strange, but the taste reminds you of garbage. You can almost swear you saw little legs floating around in the strange violet brew. Yvonne looks pleased. "Alright, now...." She smiles, bearing her fangs. "You might want to turn around for this next part."
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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)
It's strange, but the taste reminds you of garbage. You can almost swear you saw little legs floating around in the strange violet brew. Yvonne looks pleased. "Alright, now...." She smiles, bearing her fangs. "You might want to turn around for this next part."
He bows and turns around. "My queen, may I ask about what is meant to happen to me?"
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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.
It's strange, but the taste reminds you of garbage. You can almost swear you saw little legs floating around in the strange violet brew. Yvonne looks pleased. "Alright, now...." She smiles, bearing her fangs. "You might want to turn around for this next part."
He bows and turns around. "My queen, may I ask about what is meant to happen to me?"
"Well...." You feel a pain along your spine as two long fangs sink into your back. You start to shake uncontrollably. "I guess I have some explaining to do."
"Within the span of approximately one hour, you will be going through a not necessarily painful transformation into an arachne! You might want to sit down for this next part."
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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)
It's strange, but the taste reminds you of garbage. You can almost swear you saw little legs floating around in the strange violet brew. Yvonne looks pleased. "Alright, now...." She smiles, bearing her fangs. "You might want to turn around for this next part."
He bows and turns around. "My queen, may I ask about what is meant to happen to me?"
"Well...." You feel a pain along your spine as two long fangs sink into your back. You start to shake uncontrollably. "I guess I have some explaining to do."
"Within the span of approximately one hour, you will be going through a not necessarily painful transformation into an arachne! You might want to sit down for this next part."
"AH!" He falls to his knees, holding himself up with his arms. "I.. -heavy breathing- I'm guessing I should be honored?"
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It's strange, but the taste reminds you of garbage. You can almost swear you saw little legs floating around in the strange violet brew. Yvonne looks pleased. "Alright, now...." She smiles, bearing her fangs. "You might want to turn around for this next part."
He bows and turns around. "My queen, may I ask about what is meant to happen to me?"
"Well...." You feel a pain along your spine as two long fangs sink into your back. You start to shake uncontrollably. "I guess I have some explaining to do."
"Within the span of approximately one hour, you will be going through a not necessarily painful transformation into an arachne! You might want to sit down for this next part."
"AH!" He falls to his knees, holding himself up with his arms. "I.. -heavy breathing- I'm guessing I should be honored?"
"Yep! I mean, you're pretty high ranking in the Guild already, but I guess we could call this a.... 'promotion'."
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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)
It's strange, but the taste reminds you of garbage. You can almost swear you saw little legs floating around in the strange violet brew. Yvonne looks pleased. "Alright, now...." She smiles, bearing her fangs. "You might want to turn around for this next part."
He bows and turns around. "My queen, may I ask about what is meant to happen to me?"
"Well...." You feel a pain along your spine as two long fangs sink into your back. You start to shake uncontrollably. "I guess I have some explaining to do."
"Within the span of approximately one hour, you will be going through a not necessarily painful transformation into an arachne! You might want to sit down for this next part."
"AH!" He falls to his knees, holding himself up with his arms. "I.. -heavy breathing- I'm guessing I should be honored?"
"Yep! I mean, you're pretty high ranking in the Guild already, but I guess we could call this a.... 'promotion'."
"Heh. Well, I guess now I wait."
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It's strange, but the taste reminds you of garbage. You can almost swear you saw little legs floating around in the strange violet brew. Yvonne looks pleased. "Alright, now...." She smiles, bearing her fangs. "You might want to turn around for this next part."
He bows and turns around. "My queen, may I ask about what is meant to happen to me?"
"Well...." You feel a pain along your spine as two long fangs sink into your back. You start to shake uncontrollably. "I guess I have some explaining to do."
"Within the span of approximately one hour, you will be going through a not necessarily painful transformation into an arachne! You might want to sit down for this next part."
"AH!" He falls to his knees, holding himself up with his arms. "I.. -heavy breathing- I'm guessing I should be honored?"
"Yep! I mean, you're pretty high ranking in the Guild already, but I guess we could call this a.... 'promotion'."
"Heh. Well, I guess now I wait."
Yvonne waves her hand, and a couch appears underneath you. "Get comfy. This is going to take a bit."
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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 great doors open, and Yvonne stands there to greet you. "Greetings, and welcome to the Spider Guild's Lair!"
Kometh stands outside. "Hey, is Calamitas here?"
"I am afraid not. Although, we are beginning a ritual, if you are willing to take part."
Kometh smiles "Sure! Just make sure it doesn't kill me."
"Sure thing. Right this way." Yvonne leads you to one room. She puts in a few digits in a keypad you can't see, and the floor lowers into the ritual room. You see Yvonne standing towards the back of the room, and when you turn around, the other Yvonne is gone. There is also a man on a couch nearby that seems exhausted.
"Okay! Let's start the ritual again, shall we?" She places another tea packet in a cup of hot water.
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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)
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.
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.
"Go on." Yvonne waits patiently for Kometh. "The tea's getting cold."
Kometh starts sweating and just now realizes that the place is a spider temple. His right eye starts twitching violently. wis save 15
*He has arachnophobia, but an extremely low wis.*
"D-Did you say arachne?" His breathing gets quicker.
"I don't think I mentioned anything of the sort! At least, not to you." Yvonne notices Kometh's twitching eye. "You okay? You're twitching, and we haven't even started the ritual."
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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)
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After about a few minutes, the 'tea' is ready, and Yvonne hands it to you, smiling.
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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)
He smiles and raises it in a 'cheers' manner and drinks it down.
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It's strange, but the taste reminds you of garbage. You can almost swear you saw little legs floating around in the strange violet brew. Yvonne looks pleased. "Alright, now...." She smiles, bearing her fangs. "You might want to turn around for this next part."
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 bows and turns around. "My queen, may I ask about what is meant to happen to me?"
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The GuildMaster is quietly observing this all...
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.
Kometh smiles "Sure! Just make sure it doesn't kill me."
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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.
"Well...." You feel a pain along your spine as two long fangs sink into your back. You start to shake uncontrollably. "I guess I have some explaining to do."
"Within the span of approximately one hour, you will be going through a not necessarily painful transformation into an arachne! You might want to sit down for this next part."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"AH!" He falls to his knees, holding himself up with his arms. "I.. -heavy breathing- I'm guessing I should be honored?"
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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.
"Yep! I mean, you're pretty high ranking in the Guild already, but I guess we could call this a.... 'promotion'."
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)
"Heh. Well, I guess now I wait."
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Yvonne waves her hand, and a couch appears underneath you. "Get comfy. This is going to take a bit."
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)
"Sure thing. Right this way." Yvonne leads you to one room. She puts in a few digits in a keypad you can't see, and the floor lowers into the ritual room. You see Yvonne standing towards the back of the room, and when you turn around, the other Yvonne is gone. There is also a man on a couch nearby that seems exhausted.
"Okay! Let's start the ritual again, shall we?" She places another tea packet in a cup of hot water.
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 turns to 0verkill while the 'tea' is steeping. "You okay?"
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My pronouns are she/her.
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"Yeap, just feelin a bit.. dizzy isn't really the right word... ah, lightheaded."
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"Well, when it's over, just let me know, ok?" Yvonne runs over to the 'tea' and hands it to Kometh. "All right. First, you should drink this."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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"You got it." He weakly held up a thumbs up, then let it fall back down.
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"Go on." Yvonne waits patiently for Kometh. "The tea's getting cold."
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 starts sweating and just now realizes that the place is a spider temple. His right eye starts twitching violently. wis save 15
*He has arachnophobia, but an extremely low wis.*
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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.
"D-Did you say arachne?" His breathing gets quicker.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
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.
"I don't think I mentioned anything of the sort! At least, not to you." Yvonne notices Kometh's twitching eye. "You okay? You're twitching, and we haven't even started the ritual."
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)