Yvonne comes down from her thread, and sits down next to him. "You did good today. I have a room set up for you upstairs, and we can continue this some other time. For now, though, I think we both need a little break."
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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)
There's a knock at the door, followed by a series of chittering and clicking sounds. It sounds like some sort of insectoid language possibly.
Yvonne licks her lips and her pupils shrink slightly at the sound, but she stops herself, and opens the door. "Greetings! Is there anything I can help you with?"
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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)
There's a knock at the door, followed by a series of chittering and clicking sounds. It sounds like some sort of insectoid language possibly.
Yvonne licks her lips and her pupils shrink slightly at the sound, but she stops herself, and opens the door. "Greetings! Is there anything I can help you with?"
Standing outside is an insectoid humanoid wearing plate mail, with a great axe in his upper hands and his bottom pair fidgeting with random scraps of metal and wiring. He has a sandy brown exoskeleton and dark grey compound eyes. "I am Kat'chka" he says in fluent common, albeit with a rather thick accent. "Thri-kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. Is this the Spider Guild?"
There's a knock at the door, followed by a series of chittering and clicking sounds. It sounds like some sort of insectoid language possibly.
Yvonne licks her lips and her pupils shrink slightly at the sound, but she stops herself, and opens the door. "Greetings! Is there anything I can help you with?"
Standing outside is an insectoid humanoid wearing plate mail, with a great axe in his upper hands and his bottom pair fidgeting with random scraps of metal and wiring. He has a sandy brown exoskeleton and dark grey compound eyes. "I am Kat'chka" he says in fluent common, albeit with a rather thick accent. "Thri-kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. Is this the Spider Guild?"
*Sorry had to switch to mobile for now.*
"Why, yes it is! Is there anything you need?"
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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)
There's a knock at the door, followed by a series of chittering and clicking sounds. It sounds like some sort of insectoid language possibly.
Yvonne licks her lips and her pupils shrink slightly at the sound, but she stops herself, and opens the door. "Greetings! Is there anything I can help you with?"
Standing outside is an insectoid humanoid wearing plate mail, with a great axe in his upper hands and his bottom pair fidgeting with random scraps of metal and wiring. He has a sandy brown exoskeleton and dark grey compound eyes. "I am Kat'chka" he says in fluent common, albeit with a rather thick accent. "Thri-kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. Is this the Spider Guild?"
*Sorry had to switch to mobile for now.*
"Why, yes it is! Is there anything you need?"
It's hard to tell, but you think he's smiling. "I wish to join."
There's a knock at the door, followed by a series of chittering and clicking sounds. It sounds like some sort of insectoid language possibly.
Yvonne licks her lips and her pupils shrink slightly at the sound, but she stops herself, and opens the door. "Greetings! Is there anything I can help you with?"
Standing outside is an insectoid humanoid wearing plate mail, with a great axe in his upper hands and his bottom pair fidgeting with random scraps of metal and wiring. He has a sandy brown exoskeleton and dark grey compound eyes. "I am Kat'chka" he says in fluent common, albeit with a rather thick accent. "Thri-kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. Is this the Spider Guild?"
*Sorry had to switch to mobile for now.*
"Why, yes it is! Is there anything you need?"
It's hard to tell, but you think he's smiling. "I wish to join."
"Alright! We'll need you to sign a few things. Follow me." Yvonne walks along the ceiling towards her office.
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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)
There's a knock at the door, followed by a series of chittering and clicking sounds. It sounds like some sort of insectoid language possibly.
Yvonne licks her lips and her pupils shrink slightly at the sound, but she stops herself, and opens the door. "Greetings! Is there anything I can help you with?"
Standing outside is an insectoid humanoid wearing plate mail, with a great axe in his upper hands and his bottom pair fidgeting with random scraps of metal and wiring. He has a sandy brown exoskeleton and dark grey compound eyes. "I am Kat'chka" he says in fluent common, albeit with a rather thick accent. "Thri-kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. Is this the Spider Guild?"
*Sorry had to switch to mobile for now.*
"Why, yes it is! Is there anything you need?"
It's hard to tell, but you think he's smiling. "I wish to join."
"Alright! We'll need you to sign a few things. Follow me." Yvonne walks along the ceiling towards her office.
Surprisingly, Kat'chka jumps up, grabbing ahold of the ceiling, and follows her, the spider runes on his cloak flaring to life
Yvonne leads them to a large office, a stark contrast from the bland laboratory halls. The walls are carved dark wood, the floorboards are partly covered up by a large green rug and a brass chandelier hangs from the ceiling. There are bookshelves along one wall, and a large wooden desk sits in the middle of the room. A large window behind the desk has an illusion of an open field, and illusory birdsong fills the room.
Yvonne pulls out a large couch from behind her desk and sits down. "Have a seat." She gestures towards the green armchairs across from her.
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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)
Kat'chka jumps down from the ceiling, somehow managing to land squarely on his feet and sits down in the chair, looking straight ahead, although he is looking at all the room.
"Oh. I... uh.... wasn't expecting to teach you this so soon. You're either going to have to climb up the thread, or cut it with your spinnerets."
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)
"My whats?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Yvonne sighs. "The little spines on your.... butt."
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 seems to focus for a bit, then the string gets cut and he falls the rest of the way to the floor. "Oof!"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Yvonne descends from above on a cord of silk, suspended above the ground. "You okay?"
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)
"Yep...." He got up, rubbing his head a bit.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Yvonne comes down from her thread, and sits down next to him. "You did good today. I have a room set up for you upstairs, and we can continue this some other time. For now, though, I think we both need a little break."
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)
Now, while 0verkill gets some rest, does anyone else wish to partake in the turning?
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 chuckles. "Ah, no thank you, queen. Even if I did have a physical body, I believe the ritual would not work on a god."
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.
*I meant that OOC, and not necessarily to people in the Lair.*
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)
There's a knock at the door, followed by a series of chittering and clicking sounds. It sounds like some sort of insectoid language possibly.
Yvonne licks her lips and her pupils shrink slightly at the sound, but she stops herself, and opens the door. "Greetings! Is there anything I can help you with?"
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)
Standing outside is an insectoid humanoid wearing plate mail, with a great axe in his upper hands and his bottom pair fidgeting with random scraps of metal and wiring. He has a sandy brown exoskeleton and dark grey compound eyes. "I am Kat'chka" he says in fluent common, albeit with a rather thick accent. "Thri-kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. Is this the Spider Guild?"
*Sorry had to switch to mobile for now.*
"Why, yes it is! Is there anything you need?"
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 hard to tell, but you think he's smiling. "I wish to join."
"Alright! We'll need you to sign a few things. Follow me." Yvonne walks along the ceiling towards her office.
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)
Surprisingly, Kat'chka jumps up, grabbing ahold of the ceiling, and follows her, the spider runes on his cloak flaring to life
Yvonne leads them to a large office, a stark contrast from the bland laboratory halls. The walls are carved dark wood, the floorboards are partly covered up by a large green rug and a brass chandelier hangs from the ceiling. There are bookshelves along one wall, and a large wooden desk sits in the middle of the room. A large window behind the desk has an illusion of an open field, and illusory birdsong fills the room.
Yvonne pulls out a large couch from behind her desk and sits down. "Have a seat." She gestures towards the green armchairs across from her.
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)
Kat'chka jumps down from the ceiling, somehow managing to land squarely on his feet and sits down in the chair, looking straight ahead, although he is looking at all the room.
"Now," Yvonne grabs a clipboard from a drawer you can't see. "Is there any particular position you want?"
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)