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."
"How... Amazing! So similar to Jerry."
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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."
"How... Amazing! So similar to Jerry."
"Eh, every villain's gotta have some kind of origin story. Wouldn't be surprised that two villains had similar ones."
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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."
"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."
"How... Amazing! So similar to Jerry."
"Eh, every villain's gotta have some kind of origin story. Wouldn't be surprised that two villains had similar ones."
"Hmm. I don't enjoy how people just label others as 'villains.' We are no more villainous than the adventurers who kill thousands of 'monsters.'"
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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?
"....and I think that's it!" Yvonne kicks the side of the machine, and it roars to life. Eight silksteel bands levitate in the air, spinning around a glowing crystal in the center. "This generator should be more than enough to power my newest project.... This is going to be fun." Yvonne grabs the outer ring of the generator, grinning evilly at the glowing crystal within, and opens the giant door of the Mech Bay. "I think you'll want to see this." She glances the Guildmaster's way, and walks out of 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)
"....and I think that's it!" Yvonne kicks the side of the machine, and it roars to life. Eight silksteel bands levitate in the air, spinning around a glowing crystal in the center. "This generator should be more than enough to power my newest project.... This is going to be fun." Yvonne grabs the outer ring of the generator, grinning evilly at the glowing crystal within, and opens the giant door of the Mech Bay. "I think you'll want to see this." She glances the Guildmaster's way, and walks out of the Mech Bay.
"Oh, I'm always watching....*
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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 turns to a section of the wall in the hallway, and reveals a hidden keypad. After punching in a long password into it, the section of floor she is standing on slowly lowers into a large basement. The walls are covered in webs, and eight identical sigils are carved in a line against the back wall. A large table lays in the center of the room, a bowl-shaped reservoir in the center. Yvonne places the generator in the hole, and the room roars to life. The eight sigils begin to glow an eerie violet light, and hundreds of little spiders descend from the dark ceiling. The table lowers into the floor, and a ninth magic circle appears on it.
"Well, it's ready. The ritual can begin. All we need is a handful of guinea pigs." Yvonne's eyes glow an eerie green in the darkness of the room, and her fangs shimmer in the ethereal light of the magic circles. She takes the elevator back up, out of sight.
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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 turns to a section of the wall in the hallway, and reveals a hidden keypad. After punching in a long password into it, the section of floor she is standing on slowly lowers into a large basement. The walls are covered in webs, and eight identical sigils are carved in a line against the back wall. A large table lays in the center of the room, a bowl-shaped reservoir in the center. Yvonne places the generator in the hole, and the room roars to life. The eight sigils begin to glow an eerie violet light, and hundreds of little spiders descend from the dark ceiling. The table lowers into the floor, and a ninth magic circle appears on it.
"Well, it's ready. The ritual can begin. All we need is a handful of guinea pigs." Yvonne's eyes glow an eerie green in the darkness of the room, and her fangs shimmer in the ethereal light of the magic circles. She takes the elevator back up, out of sight.
The GuildMaster memorizes the password and then observes all.
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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?
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!*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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 green mist that is the GuildMaster watches.
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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?
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.
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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?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
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."
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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.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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."
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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.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
"How... Amazing! So similar to Jerry."
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.
"Eh, every villain's gotta have some kind of origin story. Wouldn't be surprised that two villains had similar ones."
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)
"Hmm. I don't enjoy how people just label others as 'villains.' We are no more villainous than the adventurers who kill thousands of 'monsters.'"
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.
"Yeah, we're all pretty bad."
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)
"....and I think that's it!" Yvonne kicks the side of the machine, and it roars to life. Eight silksteel bands levitate in the air, spinning around a glowing crystal in the center. "This generator should be more than enough to power my newest project.... This is going to be fun." Yvonne grabs the outer ring of the generator, grinning evilly at the glowing crystal within, and opens the giant door of the Mech Bay. "I think you'll want to see this." She glances the Guildmaster's way, and walks out of 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)
"Oh, I'm always 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 turns to a section of the wall in the hallway, and reveals a hidden keypad. After punching in a long password into it, the section of floor she is standing on slowly lowers into a large basement. The walls are covered in webs, and eight identical sigils are carved in a line against the back wall. A large table lays in the center of the room, a bowl-shaped reservoir in the center. Yvonne places the generator in the hole, and the room roars to life. The eight sigils begin to glow an eerie violet light, and hundreds of little spiders descend from the dark ceiling. The table lowers into the floor, and a ninth magic circle appears on it.
"Well, it's ready. The ritual can begin. All we need is a handful of guinea pigs." Yvonne's eyes glow an eerie green in the darkness of the room, and her fangs shimmer in the ethereal light of the magic circles. She takes the elevator back up, out of sight.
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 memorizes the password and then observes 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.
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!*
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.
The green mist that is the GuildMaster watches.
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.
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.
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)
Noting the serious tone, the human nods and follows. "My queen, what has happened?"
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There is a timid knock at the large doors.
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(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.
"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."
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)
"Very well." He takes a seat and looks at the magazine at the top of the stack.
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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.
The great doors open, and Yvonne stands there to greet you. "Greetings, and welcome to the Spider Guild's 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)
"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."
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 man smiles pleasantly. "Of course." He gets up and walks over, waiting for what may or may not be tea to be done.
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.
Kometh stands outside. "Hey, is Calamitas here?"
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 am afraid not. Although, we are beginning a ritual, if you are willing to take 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)