"Unfortunately deus ex machina is a very likely possibility in such circumstances, your work on the defenses will be vital."
Elendon chuckles. You realize you are taking to five of the most powerful deities from one world...deities that rival creation deities in other worlds in power. When we were mortals, each of us could fight and win against entire armies on our own. There is little to worry about if they decide to attack.
"Fair, Elendon. Our contribution is not in might but in age. Etheros is young by comparison, and Corpos younger still, but both still existed long before such concepts as creation, space, and time. Even so to the point that they are commonly mistaken to be those concepts."
He nods. Indeed. We have might, and more than our fair share of knowledge, being millennia old ourselves.
"I am assured of this, we will make a strong hold against what enemies find our doorstep."
That we will. He says with a faint smile. Also, allow me to introduce my fellows, and dear friends. Saelihn Tressatra, Matron Goddess of rangers and hunters, the wood elf curtsies, Doraggic Frostbeard, Patron Gods of clerics and paladins, the dwarf nods curtly, but politely, Elidain Undaphior, Patron God of Mages, the human goes into a deep, regal bow, And Aliadnind Stormsword, Patron God of Fighters and warriors. The dragonborn nods politely.
"Kond, the Infinite Wheel's and Etheros, the Zeitgeist's awarenesses are rather different from our own, it would be pointless to introduce them further. However, Corpos and Orvar are more... mentally flexible." he indicates the two. Corpos appears as a tall, featureless humanoid covered in featureless, sharply defined white skinned. Orvar appears as a humanoid figure that seems to be made of thick black smoke, with eight fingers on each hand. His eyes are like two bright white lighthouses. Both bow cordially in turn.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A set of 5 beams of brilliant light appear in the main chamber of the Spider guild. Out of the first one steps a dark-skinned male elf with shoulder-length silver-blue hair and royal blue eyes. He wears two long, curved swords on his belt, along with a blackened bow on his back. His deep purple armor is most unusual: it has blades and points coming out of various points along it; the shoulders, elbows, wrists... As he stands there, a glowing crown flares into existence on his head, one made out of red gold set with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds, and a single, large star sapphire on each point of the crown.
Out of each of the other beams step similar, powerful entities: A dwarf with a black beard that seems coated in frost wearing heavy plate armor carrying a cold, blue-glowing greataxe and a heavy shield; A tall, fair-skinned, wood elf with blonde hair, wearing Mithral-studded leather with a heavy longbow on her back and a pair of shortswords on her belt; A human mage wearing ornate robes with an equally ornate staff, and multiple wands along his belt; and a huge, powerfully built gold dragonborn wearing a suit of adamantite armor that seems to flow with his movements with a heavy longsword on his belt and a tall, adamantite-plated shield.
Yvonne emerges from the Armory, clad in Silksteel plate. However, she carries no weapons: No axes, shields, bows, or spell books of any variety. In their stead, she holds a single blue rose in an ornately painted porcelain pot.
"I'm glad all of you are here. We may need to fight to defend the Guild, but not against Minty. I've sent multiple messages to her proposing a peaceful resolution, and we've agreed that our factions are neutral: Not quite at peace, but we're getting there. However, it seems that one ruffian, Dndlover_2, has threatened to attack several times, and shows no signs of backing down so far. We need to be prepared for attack, but we are not going to provoke them: If a war does start, they will be the ones to attack first. If we were to strike first, it might discourage our potential ally Minty from withholding our neutrality, possibly resulting in an all-out war: No one wants that."
Yvonne snaps her fingers, and a small rift forms in the air next to her. From it, she pulls a folded-up blueprint, and the rift dissipates. "If there is war on the horizon, we need to make the Guild's Lair a fortress to ride through any attack. Any suggestions?"
Elendon smiles. "First, well met, Yvonne. Second, we do still have the Dreadnaught, and can easily make more if needed."
"As for making this place a fortress, we have Primsas still. Me and my fellows can upgrade several to make them far more powerful, although stationary. But more powerful cannons, secondary weapons, and and upgraded shield should more than make up for immobility."
"I and my fellows can make it entirely immune to detection from more common forms of perception, such as that of the natural sort and of the lower magicks, such as those within the grasp of mortals."
He nods, grinning. That would work beautifully then.
The octopus nods...well...as much as an octopus can nod, as the voices-in-communion swell in a pulsating rhythm. "Anything short of overt deus ex machina will leave our location secret."
"Yes, these are all wonderful ideas. I'll help with your preparations and any others we need to make to the best of my ability: We need to be as ready as possible for anything."
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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)
A set of 5 beams of brilliant light appear in the main chamber of the Spider guild. Out of the first one steps a dark-skinned male elf with shoulder-length silver-blue hair and royal blue eyes. He wears two long, curved swords on his belt, along with a blackened bow on his back. His deep purple armor is most unusual: it has blades and points coming out of various points along it; the shoulders, elbows, wrists... As he stands there, a glowing crown flares into existence on his head, one made out of red gold set with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds, and a single, large star sapphire on each point of the crown.
Out of each of the other beams step similar, powerful entities: A dwarf with a black beard that seems coated in frost wearing heavy plate armor carrying a cold, blue-glowing greataxe and a heavy shield; A tall, fair-skinned, wood elf with blonde hair, wearing Mithral-studded leather with a heavy longbow on her back and a pair of shortswords on her belt; A human mage wearing ornate robes with an equally ornate staff, and multiple wands along his belt; and a huge, powerfully built gold dragonborn wearing a suit of adamantite armor that seems to flow with his movements with a heavy longsword on his belt and a tall, adamantite-plated shield.
Yvonne emerges from the Armory, clad in Silksteel plate. However, she carries no weapons: No axes, shields, bows, or spell books of any variety. In their stead, she holds a single blue rose in an ornately painted porcelain pot.
"I'm glad all of you are here. We may need to fight to defend the Guild, but not against Minty. I've sent multiple messages to her proposing a peaceful resolution, and we've agreed that our factions are neutral: Not quite at peace, but we're getting there. However, it seems that one ruffian, Dndlover_2, has threatened to attack several times, and shows no signs of backing down so far. We need to be prepared for attack, but we are not going to provoke them: If a war does start, they will be the ones to attack first. If we were to strike first, it might discourage our potential ally Minty from withholding our neutrality, possibly resulting in an all-out war: No one wants that."
Yvonne snaps her fingers, and a small rift forms in the air next to her. From it, she pulls a folded-up blueprint, and the rift dissipates. "If there is war on the horizon, we need to make the Guild's Lair a fortress to ride through any attack. Any suggestions?"
Elendon smiles. "First, well met, Yvonne. Second, we do still have the Dreadnaught, and can easily make more if needed."
"As for making this place a fortress, we have Primsas still. Me and my fellows can upgrade several to make them far more powerful, although stationary. But more powerful cannons, secondary weapons, and and upgraded shield should more than make up for immobility."
"I and my fellows can make it entirely immune to detection from more common forms of perception, such as that of the natural sort and of the lower magicks, such as those within the grasp of mortals."
He nods, grinning. That would work beautifully then.
The octopus nods...well...as much as an octopus can nod, as the voices-in-communion swell in a pulsating rhythm. "Anything short of overt deus ex machina will leave our location secret."
"Yes, these are all wonderful ideas. I'll help with your preparations and any others we need to make to the best of my ability: We need to be as ready as possible for anything."
Elendon nods. "Indeed. With the Dreadnaught still functioning, that will be our primary defense until we have more of them, and we have the upgraded Prismas built and ready."
A set of 5 beams of brilliant light appear in the main chamber of the Spider guild. Out of the first one steps a dark-skinned male elf with shoulder-length silver-blue hair and royal blue eyes. He wears two long, curved swords on his belt, along with a blackened bow on his back. His deep purple armor is most unusual: it has blades and points coming out of various points along it; the shoulders, elbows, wrists... As he stands there, a glowing crown flares into existence on his head, one made out of red gold set with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds, and a single, large star sapphire on each point of the crown.
Out of each of the other beams step similar, powerful entities: A dwarf with a black beard that seems coated in frost wearing heavy plate armor carrying a cold, blue-glowing greataxe and a heavy shield; A tall, fair-skinned, wood elf with blonde hair, wearing Mithral-studded leather with a heavy longbow on her back and a pair of shortswords on her belt; A human mage wearing ornate robes with an equally ornate staff, and multiple wands along his belt; and a huge, powerfully built gold dragonborn wearing a suit of adamantite armor that seems to flow with his movements with a heavy longsword on his belt and a tall, adamantite-plated shield.
Yvonne emerges from the Armory, clad in Silksteel plate. However, she carries no weapons: No axes, shields, bows, or spell books of any variety. In their stead, she holds a single blue rose in an ornately painted porcelain pot.
"I'm glad all of you are here. We may need to fight to defend the Guild, but not against Minty. I've sent multiple messages to her proposing a peaceful resolution, and we've agreed that our factions are neutral: Not quite at peace, but we're getting there. However, it seems that one ruffian, Dndlover_2, has threatened to attack several times, and shows no signs of backing down so far. We need to be prepared for attack, but we are not going to provoke them: If a war does start, they will be the ones to attack first. If we were to strike first, it might discourage our potential ally Minty from withholding our neutrality, possibly resulting in an all-out war: No one wants that."
Yvonne snaps her fingers, and a small rift forms in the air next to her. From it, she pulls a folded-up blueprint, and the rift dissipates. "If there is war on the horizon, we need to make the Guild's Lair a fortress to ride through any attack. Any suggestions?"
Elendon smiles. "First, well met, Yvonne. Second, we do still have the Dreadnaught, and can easily make more if needed."
"As for making this place a fortress, we have Primsas still. Me and my fellows can upgrade several to make them far more powerful, although stationary. But more powerful cannons, secondary weapons, and and upgraded shield should more than make up for immobility."
"I and my fellows can make it entirely immune to detection from more common forms of perception, such as that of the natural sort and of the lower magicks, such as those within the grasp of mortals."
He nods, grinning. That would work beautifully then.
The octopus nods...well...as much as an octopus can nod, as the voices-in-communion swell in a pulsating rhythm. "Anything short of overt deus ex machina will leave our location secret."
"Yes, these are all wonderful ideas. I'll help with your preparations and any others we need to make to the best of my ability: We need to be as ready as possible for anything."
Elendon nods. "Indeed. With the Dreadnaught still functioning, that will be our primary defense until we have more of them, and we have the upgraded Prismas built and ready."
hemlocke walks in. "I've finished the project I've been working on- four sentinel golems created almost entirely from plants, stones, and metal. They can regenerate themselves and adapt quickly to most situations. They're about 20 feet tall each, and would serve as excellent guards- or decoy guards if we were to move the lair. I can have 2 more ready by the end of the week, possibly three if i gain access to a better source of metal/stone."
(sorry for inactivity for the past week, i got my wisdom teeth out and still look like a chipmunk lmao)
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A set of 5 beams of brilliant light appear in the main chamber of the Spider guild. Out of the first one steps a dark-skinned male elf with shoulder-length silver-blue hair and royal blue eyes. He wears two long, curved swords on his belt, along with a blackened bow on his back. His deep purple armor is most unusual: it has blades and points coming out of various points along it; the shoulders, elbows, wrists... As he stands there, a glowing crown flares into existence on his head, one made out of red gold set with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds, and a single, large star sapphire on each point of the crown.
Out of each of the other beams step similar, powerful entities: A dwarf with a black beard that seems coated in frost wearing heavy plate armor carrying a cold, blue-glowing greataxe and a heavy shield; A tall, fair-skinned, wood elf with blonde hair, wearing Mithral-studded leather with a heavy longbow on her back and a pair of shortswords on her belt; A human mage wearing ornate robes with an equally ornate staff, and multiple wands along his belt; and a huge, powerfully built gold dragonborn wearing a suit of adamantite armor that seems to flow with his movements with a heavy longsword on his belt and a tall, adamantite-plated shield.
Yvonne emerges from the Armory, clad in Silksteel plate. However, she carries no weapons: No axes, shields, bows, or spell books of any variety. In their stead, she holds a single blue rose in an ornately painted porcelain pot.
"I'm glad all of you are here. We may need to fight to defend the Guild, but not against Minty. I've sent multiple messages to her proposing a peaceful resolution, and we've agreed that our factions are neutral: Not quite at peace, but we're getting there. However, it seems that one ruffian, Dndlover_2, has threatened to attack several times, and shows no signs of backing down so far. We need to be prepared for attack, but we are not going to provoke them: If a war does start, they will be the ones to attack first. If we were to strike first, it might discourage our potential ally Minty from withholding our neutrality, possibly resulting in an all-out war: No one wants that."
Yvonne snaps her fingers, and a small rift forms in the air next to her. From it, she pulls a folded-up blueprint, and the rift dissipates. "If there is war on the horizon, we need to make the Guild's Lair a fortress to ride through any attack. Any suggestions?"
Elendon smiles. "First, well met, Yvonne. Second, we do still have the Dreadnaught, and can easily make more if needed."
"As for making this place a fortress, we have Primsas still. Me and my fellows can upgrade several to make them far more powerful, although stationary. But more powerful cannons, secondary weapons, and and upgraded shield should more than make up for immobility."
"I and my fellows can make it entirely immune to detection from more common forms of perception, such as that of the natural sort and of the lower magicks, such as those within the grasp of mortals."
He nods, grinning. That would work beautifully then.
The octopus nods...well...as much as an octopus can nod, as the voices-in-communion swell in a pulsating rhythm. "Anything short of overt deus ex machina will leave our location secret."
"Yes, these are all wonderful ideas. I'll help with your preparations and any others we need to make to the best of my ability: We need to be as ready as possible for anything."
Elendon nods. "Indeed. With the Dreadnaught still functioning, that will be our primary defense until we have more of them, and we have the upgraded Prismas built and ready."
hemlocke walks in. "I've finished the project I've been working on- four sentinel golems created almost entirely from plants, stones, and metal. They can regenerate themselves and adapt quickly to most situations. They're about 20 feet tall each, and would serve as excellent guards- or decoy guards if we were to move the lair. I can have 2 more ready by the end of the week, possibly three if i gain access to a better source of metal/stone."
(sorry for inactivity for the past week, i got my wisdom teeth out and still look like a chipmunk lmao)
"Wonderful! Two of them should be stationed in the Mech Bay, along with the R.A.A.I.Es and the Atlas. I had a spy on the inside tell them that the Mech Bay doors are the least guarded entrance: Oh, will they get quite the surprise!" Yvonne chuckles to herself, thinking of the chaos that would ensue.
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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)
A set of 5 beams of brilliant light appear in the main chamber of the Spider guild. Out of the first one steps a dark-skinned male elf with shoulder-length silver-blue hair and royal blue eyes. He wears two long, curved swords on his belt, along with a blackened bow on his back. His deep purple armor is most unusual: it has blades and points coming out of various points along it; the shoulders, elbows, wrists... As he stands there, a glowing crown flares into existence on his head, one made out of red gold set with rubies, sapphires, and emeralds, and a single, large star sapphire on each point of the crown.
Out of each of the other beams step similar, powerful entities: A dwarf with a black beard that seems coated in frost wearing heavy plate armor carrying a cold, blue-glowing greataxe and a heavy shield; A tall, fair-skinned, wood elf with blonde hair, wearing Mithral-studded leather with a heavy longbow on her back and a pair of shortswords on her belt; A human mage wearing ornate robes with an equally ornate staff, and multiple wands along his belt; and a huge, powerfully built gold dragonborn wearing a suit of adamantite armor that seems to flow with his movements with a heavy longsword on his belt and a tall, adamantite-plated shield.
Yvonne emerges from the Armory, clad in Silksteel plate. However, she carries no weapons: No axes, shields, bows, or spell books of any variety. In their stead, she holds a single blue rose in an ornately painted porcelain pot.
"I'm glad all of you are here. We may need to fight to defend the Guild, but not against Minty. I've sent multiple messages to her proposing a peaceful resolution, and we've agreed that our factions are neutral: Not quite at peace, but we're getting there. However, it seems that one ruffian, Dndlover_2, has threatened to attack several times, and shows no signs of backing down so far. We need to be prepared for attack, but we are not going to provoke them: If a war does start, they will be the ones to attack first. If we were to strike first, it might discourage our potential ally Minty from withholding our neutrality, possibly resulting in an all-out war: No one wants that."
Yvonne snaps her fingers, and a small rift forms in the air next to her. From it, she pulls a folded-up blueprint, and the rift dissipates. "If there is war on the horizon, we need to make the Guild's Lair a fortress to ride through any attack. Any suggestions?"
Elendon smiles. "First, well met, Yvonne. Second, we do still have the Dreadnaught, and can easily make more if needed."
"As for making this place a fortress, we have Primsas still. Me and my fellows can upgrade several to make them far more powerful, although stationary. But more powerful cannons, secondary weapons, and and upgraded shield should more than make up for immobility."
"I and my fellows can make it entirely immune to detection from more common forms of perception, such as that of the natural sort and of the lower magicks, such as those within the grasp of mortals."
He nods, grinning. That would work beautifully then.
The octopus nods...well...as much as an octopus can nod, as the voices-in-communion swell in a pulsating rhythm. "Anything short of overt deus ex machina will leave our location secret."
"Yes, these are all wonderful ideas. I'll help with your preparations and any others we need to make to the best of my ability: We need to be as ready as possible for anything."
Elendon nods. "Indeed. With the Dreadnaught still functioning, that will be our primary defense until we have more of them, and we have the upgraded Prismas built and ready."
hemlocke walks in. "I've finished the project I've been working on- four sentinel golems created almost entirely from plants, stones, and metal. They can regenerate themselves and adapt quickly to most situations. They're about 20 feet tall each, and would serve as excellent guards- or decoy guards if we were to move the lair. I can have 2 more ready by the end of the week, possibly three if i gain access to a better source of metal/stone."
(sorry for inactivity for the past week, i got my wisdom teeth out and still look like a chipmunk lmao)
"Wonderful! Two of them should be stationed in the Mech Bay, along with the R.A.A.I.Es and the Atlas. I had a spy on the inside tell them that the Mech Bay doors are the least guarded entrance: Oh, will they get quite the surprise!" Yvonne chuckles to herself, thinking of the chaos that would ensue.
Elendon chuckles as well, and nods to the Elidain, the mage, who waves his hands through a series of arcane motions, and with a flash of light, the Dreadnaught appears between two of the R.A.A.I.E.'s,, basically right in the center of the Mech Bay. "They'll be in for even more of one now."
On another note, Drummer_the_Dragon_Slayer is hosting an event known as the Royal Cult Games, and our Guild has been invited. Should we enter this competition?
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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 very nice to finally meet you too, Queen Yvonne. It's a nice place you've got here. As well as to ask you why you didn't attend my contest (no sweat by the way, I'm just curious) I also came to see what inventions you have made, and to ask if you could make me a potable beehive and a honey spinning machine for my bee cult. I'll pay you of course."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
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.
"It's very nice to finally meet you too, Queen Yvonne. It's a nice place you've got here. As well as to ask you why you didn't attend my contest (no sweat by the way, I'm just curious) I also came to see what inventions you have made, and to ask if you could make me a potable beehive and a honey spinning machine for my bee cult. I'll pay you of course."
"Well, to answer your first question, I didn't want to without the opinion of my followers. I asked them whether or not we should participate, and I got no reply. So, I waited."
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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 very nice to finally meet you too, Queen Yvonne. It's a nice place you've got here. As well as to ask you why you didn't attend my contest (no sweat by the way, I'm just curious) I also came to see what inventions you have made, and to ask if you could make me a potable beehive and a honey spinning machine for my bee cult. I'll pay you of course."
"Well, to answer your first question, I didn't want to without the opinion of my followers. I asked them whether or not we should participate, and I got no reply. So, I waited."
"It's very nice to finally meet you too, Queen Yvonne. It's a nice place you've got here. As well as to ask you why you didn't attend my contest (no sweat by the way, I'm just curious) I also came to see what inventions you have made, and to ask if you could make me a potable beehive and a honey spinning machine for my bee cult. I'll pay you of course."
"Well, to answer your first question, I didn't want to without the opinion of my followers. I asked them whether or not we should participate, and I got no reply. So, I waited."
"OK, fair enough. What about my offer?"
"Ah, yes, of course! Come, follow me. I'll take you to the Workshop, where I'm sure I can fit something together for you. It's just by the Mech Bay." Yvonne gets up from her desk and walks out of her office towards the Mech Bay.
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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 very nice to finally meet you too, Queen Yvonne. It's a nice place you've got here. As well as to ask you why you didn't attend my contest (no sweat by the way, I'm just curious) I also came to see what inventions you have made, and to ask if you could make me a potable beehive and a honey spinning machine for my bee cult. I'll pay you of course."
"Well, to answer your first question, I didn't want to without the opinion of my followers. I asked them whether or not we should participate, and I got no reply. So, I waited."
"OK, fair enough. What about my offer?"
"Ah, yes, of course! Come, follow me. I'll take you to the Workshop, where I'm sure I can fit something together for you. It's just by the Mech Bay." Yvonne gets up from her desk and walks out of her office towards the Mech Bay.
Dragon slayer follows you, staring at all the wondrous feats of engineering he sees along the way. "How long did it take you to build this lair? It took years to build my Kingdom, and even now its capital is rather small, including the palace. But with each day our nation is growing in land, influence and allies. I understand yours is a massive nation, but even then, how did you manage to build such a magical place?"
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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.
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"Kond, the Infinite Wheel's and Etheros, the Zeitgeist's awarenesses are rather different from our own, it would be pointless to introduce them further. However, Corpos and Orvar are more... mentally flexible." he indicates the two. Corpos appears as a tall, featureless humanoid covered in featureless, sharply defined white skinned. Orvar appears as a humanoid figure that seems to be made of thick black smoke, with eight fingers on each hand. His eyes are like two bright white lighthouses. Both bow cordially in turn.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Yes, these are all wonderful ideas. I'll help with your preparations and any others we need to make to the best of my ability: We need to be as ready as possible for anything."
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 nods. "Indeed. With the Dreadnaught still functioning, that will be our primary defense until we have more of them, and we have the upgraded Prismas built and ready."
hemlocke walks in. "I've finished the project I've been working on- four sentinel golems created almost entirely from plants, stones, and metal. They can regenerate themselves and adapt quickly to most situations. They're about 20 feet tall each, and would serve as excellent guards- or decoy guards if we were to move the lair. I can have 2 more ready by the end of the week, possibly three if i gain access to a better source of metal/stone."
(sorry for inactivity for the past week, i got my wisdom teeth out and still look like a chipmunk lmao)
she/any - member of the spider guild :D - official elesh norn enthusiast
current characters:
-Zalia Moonkeeper, tiefling abjuration wizard/alchemist artificer
-Philomena Silverthread, changeling assassin rogue
-Glass, kenku vengeance paladin
"Wonderful! Two of them should be stationed in the Mech Bay, along with the R.A.A.I.Es and the Atlas. I had a spy on the inside tell them that the Mech Bay doors are the least guarded entrance: Oh, will they get quite the surprise!" Yvonne chuckles to herself, thinking of the chaos that would ensue.
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 chuckles as well, and nods to the Elidain, the mage, who waves his hands through a series of arcane motions, and with a flash of light, the Dreadnaught appears between two of the R.A.A.I.E.'s,, basically right in the center of the Mech Bay. "They'll be in for even more of one now."
Minty and Dndlover_2 have withdrawn from their attack! The war has finally come to an end!
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)
On another note, Drummer_the_Dragon_Slayer is hosting an event known as the Royal Cult Games, and our Guild has been invited. Should we enter this competition?
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)
full send, my Queen
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-Identifying power signatures....
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-Scan complete. Data added to map.
-Activating wake-up procedure....
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)
A loud thud echoes out from the Mech Bay throughout the halls of 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)
Yvonne is chilling in her office, as per usual.
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 eerily quiet....*
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)
King Dragon slayer of the Jhon the tabaxi thread, bee keepers cult and RCG walks in and says "I see you did not attend my contest"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
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.
Yvonne looks up from the paperwork on her desk. "Ah, so you're Dragonslayer! It's so nice to finally be able to put a face to the name!"
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 very nice to finally meet you too, Queen Yvonne. It's a nice place you've got here. As well as to ask you why you didn't attend my contest (no sweat by the way, I'm just curious) I also came to see what inventions you have made, and to ask if you could make me a potable beehive and a honey spinning machine for my bee cult. I'll pay you of course."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
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.
"Well, to answer your first question, I didn't want to without the opinion of my followers. I asked them whether or not we should participate, and I got no reply. So, I waited."
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)
"OK, fair enough. What about my offer?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
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.
"Ah, yes, of course! Come, follow me. I'll take you to the Workshop, where I'm sure I can fit something together for you. It's just by the Mech Bay." Yvonne gets up from her desk and walks out of her office towards 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)
Dragon slayer follows you, staring at all the wondrous feats of engineering he sees along the way. "How long did it take you to build this lair? It took years to build my Kingdom, and even now its capital is rather small, including the palace. But with each day our nation is growing in land, influence and allies. I understand yours is a massive nation, but even then, how did you manage to build such a magical place?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
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.