Kometh walks downstairs and looks for Calamitas, ready to start his first shift.
Calamitas appears in a puff of ashy smoke at the bar. "Hey there! Ready to start your first shift?"
"Of course. Is there anything I should know about my coworker?" Kometh eyes the fire elemental.
"Well, that's Earl. I'm sure you'll get to know him after a while!" Calamitas smiles, and an uncomfortable wave of heat rushes up your spine. "Don't worry, there's a book for all the drinks under the counter if you can't remember which is which."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Kometh walks downstairs and looks for Calamitas, ready to start his first shift.
Calamitas appears in a puff of ashy smoke at the bar. "Hey there! Ready to start your first shift?"
"Of course. Is there anything I should know about my coworker?" Kometh eyes the fire elemental.
"Well, that's Earl. I'm sure you'll get to know him after a while!" Calamitas smiles, and an uncomfortable wave of heat rushes up your spine. "Don't worry, there's a book for all the drinks under the counter if you can't remember which is which."
Kometh shudders. "One more thing. What if a fight breaks out?"
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.
Two figures step into the tavern, they both wear similar clothing, black cloaks over darkly colored fine-looking clothes, almost like nobles. One of the figures, the more masculine looking one, has two swords sheathed on his belt, and the other, a more feminine looking one, has a book strapped to her belt. Neither of their full faces are visible at the moment, but the lower half of their faces reveal pale complexions, the bottom half of black hair, the woman having much longer hair than the man, obviously, and tight-pursed, almost professional, lips.
*Truesight details only: They both seem to be connected by a black, ethereal chain, one end at the hilt of one of the man's swords, and the other on the spine of the woman's book.*
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Kometh walks downstairs and looks for Calamitas, ready to start his first shift.
Calamitas appears in a puff of ashy smoke at the bar. "Hey there! Ready to start your first shift?"
"Of course. Is there anything I should know about my coworker?" Kometh eyes the fire elemental.
"Well, that's Earl. I'm sure you'll get to know him after a while!" Calamitas smiles, and an uncomfortable wave of heat rushes up your spine. "Don't worry, there's a book for all the drinks under the counter if you can't remember which is which."
Kometh shudders. "One more thing. What if a fight breaks out?"
"It won't. The magic of the Tavern keeps things like that from happening, so you should be fine."
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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)
Cractalus sighs and decides to face his fears. He stands up and goes over to Calamitas. "...Hey, Calamitas, cool place ya got here."
"Hey, partner!" Calamitas smiles, but it's somewhat unnerving. "Welcome to Calamiton! It's.... still a work-in-progress, but we're making good progress. How can we help ya today?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Kometh walks downstairs and looks for Calamitas, ready to start his first shift.
Calamitas appears in a puff of ashy smoke at the bar. "Hey there! Ready to start your first shift?"
"Of course. Is there anything I should know about my coworker?" Kometh eyes the fire elemental.
"Well, that's Earl. I'm sure you'll get to know him after a while!" Calamitas smiles, and an uncomfortable wave of heat rushes up your spine. "Don't worry, there's a book for all the drinks under the counter if you can't remember which is which."
Kometh shudders. "One more thing. What if a fight breaks out?"
"It won't. The magic of the Tavern keeps things like that from happening, so you should be fine."
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.
Cractalus sighs and decides to face his fears. He stands up and goes over to Calamitas. "...Hey, Calamitas, cool place ya got here."
"Hey, partner!" Calamitas smiles, but it's somewhat unnerving. "Welcome to Calamiton! It's.... still a work-in-progress, but we're making good progress. How can we help ya today?"
Cractalus sighs and decides to face his fears. He stands up and goes over to Calamitas. "...Hey, Calamitas, cool place ya got here."
"Hey, partner!" Calamitas smiles, but it's somewhat unnerving. "Welcome to Calamiton! It's.... still a work-in-progress, but we're making good progress. How can we help ya today?"
"Do you have any grape juice?"
A drow sidles over to a pitcher and pours you a glass of grape juice.
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.
Cractalus sighs and decides to face his fears. He stands up and goes over to Calamitas. "...Hey, Calamitas, cool place ya got here."
"Hey, partner!" Calamitas smiles, but it's somewhat unnerving. "Welcome to Calamiton! It's.... still a work-in-progress, but we're making good progress. How can we help ya today?"
"Do you have any grape juice?"
A drow sidles over to a pitcher and pours you a glass of grape juice.
Cractalus downs the grape juice. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM yeah, I love grape juice..."
Cractalus sighs and decides to face his fears. He stands up and goes over to Calamitas. "...Hey, Calamitas, cool place ya got here."
"Hey, partner!" Calamitas smiles, but it's somewhat unnerving. "Welcome to Calamiton! It's.... still a work-in-progress, but we're making good progress. How can we help ya today?"
"Do you have any grape juice?"
A drow sidles over to a pitcher and pours you a glass of grape juice.
Cractalus downs the grape juice. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM yeah, I love grape juice..."
The drow gives you a funny look and starts diligently cleaning the bar.
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.
Cractalus sighs and decides to face his fears. He stands up and goes over to Calamitas. "...Hey, Calamitas, cool place ya got here."
"Hey, partner!" Calamitas smiles, but it's somewhat unnerving. "Welcome to Calamiton! It's.... still a work-in-progress, but we're making good progress. How can we help ya today?"
"Do you have any grape juice?"
A drow sidles over to a pitcher and pours you a glass of grape juice.
Cractalus downs the grape juice. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM yeah, I love grape juice..."
The drow gives you a funny look and starts diligently cleaning the bar.
"Sorry." Cractalus turns into a flying sword for a second and then back into a cactus greatknight.
Cractalus sighs and decides to face his fears. He stands up and goes over to Calamitas. "...Hey, Calamitas, cool place ya got here."
"Hey, partner!" Calamitas smiles, but it's somewhat unnerving. "Welcome to Calamiton! It's.... still a work-in-progress, but we're making good progress. How can we help ya today?"
"Do you have any grape juice?"
A drow sidles over to a pitcher and pours you a glass of grape juice.
Cractalus downs the grape juice. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM yeah, I love grape juice..."
Calamitas smiles. "I'm glad you came, actually." She almost immediately stops smiling, and the room grows dark for Cractalus alone. "We need to talk. Somewhere private." Calamitas walks into the back room of the Tavern.
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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)
Cractalus sighs and decides to face his fears. He stands up and goes over to Calamitas. "...Hey, Calamitas, cool place ya got here."
"Hey, partner!" Calamitas smiles, but it's somewhat unnerving. "Welcome to Calamiton! It's.... still a work-in-progress, but we're making good progress. How can we help ya today?"
"Do you have any grape juice?"
A drow sidles over to a pitcher and pours you a glass of grape juice.
Cractalus downs the grape juice. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM yeah, I love grape juice..."
Calamitas smiles. "I'm glad you came, actually." She almost immediately stops smiling, and the room grows dark for Cractalus alone. "We need to talk. Somewhere private." Calamitas walks into the back room of the Tavern.
Kometh sees this interaction and walks back to the kitchen to wash dishes.
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.
Cractalus sighs and decides to face his fears. He stands up and goes over to Calamitas. "...Hey, Calamitas, cool place ya got here."
"Hey, partner!" Calamitas smiles, but it's somewhat unnerving. "Welcome to Calamiton! It's.... still a work-in-progress, but we're making good progress. How can we help ya today?"
"Do you have any grape juice?"
A drow sidles over to a pitcher and pours you a glass of grape juice.
Cractalus downs the grape juice. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM yeah, I love grape juice..."
Calamitas smiles. "I'm glad you came, actually." She almost immediately stops smiling, and the room grows dark for Cractalus alone. "We need to talk. Somewhere private." Calamitas walks into the back room of the Tavern.
Two figures step into the tavern, they both wear similar clothing, black cloaks over darkly colored fine-looking clothes, almost like nobles. One of the figures, the more masculine looking one, has two swords sheathed on his belt, and the other, a more feminine looking one, has a book strapped to her belt. Neither of their full faces are visible at the moment, but the lower half of their faces reveal pale complexions, the bottom half of black hair, the woman having much longer hair than the man, obviously, and tight-pursed, almost professional, lips.
*Truesight details only: They both seem to be connected by a black, ethereal chain, one end at the hilt of one of the man's swords, and the other on the spine of the woman's book.*
*I have no idea why that's messed up.*
The pair walk over to the bar and takes seats next to each other. "What are the lunch options for today?" The woman spoke up to [Insert name of whoever is nearby and operating the bar].
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Cractalus sighs and decides to face his fears. He stands up and goes over to Calamitas. "...Hey, Calamitas, cool place ya got here."
"Hey, partner!" Calamitas smiles, but it's somewhat unnerving. "Welcome to Calamiton! It's.... still a work-in-progress, but we're making good progress. How can we help ya today?"
"Do you have any grape juice?"
A drow sidles over to a pitcher and pours you a glass of grape juice.
Cractalus downs the grape juice. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM yeah, I love grape juice..."
Calamitas smiles. "I'm glad you came, actually." She almost immediately stops smiling, and the room grows dark for Cractalus alone. "We need to talk. Somewhere private." Calamitas walks into the back room of the Tavern.
"Sure thing!" Cractalus follows.
*Like the new pfp btw*
*thanks!*
"Now..." Calamitas sighs, and slumps her shoulders. "I need access to Cataclysm and Catastrophe. While I was still in my.... metallic form, we were all linked. Now that I'm more flesh and blood, I can't feel them anymore. They were like brothers to me, and I just want to see them again."
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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)
Two figures step into the tavern, they both wear similar clothing, black cloaks over darkly colored fine-looking clothes, almost like nobles. One of the figures, the more masculine looking one, has two swords sheathed on his belt, and the other, a more feminine looking one, has a book strapped to her belt. Neither of their full faces are visible at the moment, but the lower half of their faces reveal pale complexions, the bottom half of black hair, the woman having much longer hair than the man, obviously, and tight-pursed, almost professional, lips.
*Truesight details only: They both seem to be connected by a black, ethereal chain, one end at the hilt of one of the man's swords, and the other on the spine of the woman's book.*
*I have no idea why that's messed up.*
The pair walk over to the bar and takes seats next to each other. "What are the lunch options for today?" The woman spoke up to [Insert name of whoever is nearby and operating the bar].
Kometh walks back to the bar area and answers. "We have a veggie or meat soup with bread. It'll be 3 sp each."
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.
Cractalus sighs and decides to face his fears. He stands up and goes over to Calamitas. "...Hey, Calamitas, cool place ya got here."
"Hey, partner!" Calamitas smiles, but it's somewhat unnerving. "Welcome to Calamiton! It's.... still a work-in-progress, but we're making good progress. How can we help ya today?"
"Do you have any grape juice?"
A drow sidles over to a pitcher and pours you a glass of grape juice.
Cractalus downs the grape juice. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM yeah, I love grape juice..."
Calamitas smiles. "I'm glad you came, actually." She almost immediately stops smiling, and the room grows dark for Cractalus alone. "We need to talk. Somewhere private." Calamitas walks into the back room of the Tavern.
"Sure thing!" Cractalus follows.
*Like the new pfp btw*
*thanks!*
"Now..." Calamitas sighs, and slumps her shoulders. "I need access to Cataclysm and Catastrophe. While I was still in my.... metallic form, we were all linked. Now that I'm more flesh and blood, I can't feel them anymore. They were like brothers to me, and I just want to see them again."
"Of course." Cractalus closes his eyes and sits in a meditative pose. Suddenly, his eyes open and glow a vibrant orange. They roll back in his head, and suddenly his entire upper face opens into a huge Bill Cipher eye. "All done. Now calling. . ."
Two figures step into the tavern, they both wear similar clothing, black cloaks over darkly colored fine-looking clothes, almost like nobles. One of the figures, the more masculine looking one, has two swords sheathed on his belt, and the other, a more feminine looking one, has a book strapped to her belt. Neither of their full faces are visible at the moment, but the lower half of their faces reveal pale complexions, the bottom half of black hair, the woman having much longer hair than the man, obviously, and tight-pursed, almost professional, lips.
*Truesight details only: They both seem to be connected by a black, ethereal chain, one end at the hilt of one of the man's swords, and the other on the spine of the woman's book.*
*I have no idea why that's messed up.*
The pair walk over to the bar and takes seats next to each other. "What are the lunch options for today?" The woman spoke up to [Insert name of whoever is nearby and operating the bar].
Kometh walks back to the bar area and answers. "We have a veggie or meat soup with bread. It'll be 3 sp each."
"Vegetable for me, meat for him." She drops 6 sp onto the counter.
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"Well, that's Earl. I'm sure you'll get to know him after a while!" Calamitas smiles, and an uncomfortable wave of heat rushes up your spine. "Don't worry, there's a book for all the drinks under the counter if you can't remember which is which."
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 shudders. "One more thing. What if a fight breaks out?"
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.
Cractalus sighs and decides to face his fears. He stands up and goes over to Calamitas. "...Hey, Calamitas, cool place ya got here."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
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.
"It won't. The magic of the Tavern keeps things like that from happening, so you should be fine."
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)
"Hey, partner!" Calamitas smiles, but it's somewhat unnerving. "Welcome to Calamiton! It's.... still a work-in-progress, but we're making good progress. How can we help ya today?"
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)
"Cool. I'll leave you alone then."
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.
"Do you have any grape juice?"
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
A drow sidles over to a pitcher and pours you a glass of grape juice.
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.
Cractalus downs the grape juice. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM yeah, I love grape juice..."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
The drow gives you a funny look and starts diligently cleaning the bar.
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.
"Sorry." Cractalus turns into a flying sword for a second and then back into a cactus greatknight.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Calamitas smiles. "I'm glad you came, actually." She almost immediately stops smiling, and the room grows dark for Cractalus alone. "We need to talk. Somewhere private." Calamitas walks into the back room of the Tavern.
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 sees this interaction and walks back to the kitchen to wash dishes.
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.
"Sure thing!" Cractalus follows.
*Like the new pfp btw*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
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.
*thanks!*
"Now..." Calamitas sighs, and slumps her shoulders. "I need access to Cataclysm and Catastrophe. While I was still in my.... metallic form, we were all linked. Now that I'm more flesh and blood, I can't feel them anymore. They were like brothers to me, and I just want to see them again."
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 walks back to the bar area and answers. "We have a veggie or meat soup with bread. It'll be 3 sp each."
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.
"Of course." Cractalus closes his eyes and sits in a meditative pose. Suddenly, his eyes open and glow a vibrant orange. They roll back in his head, and suddenly his entire upper face opens into a huge Bill Cipher eye. "All done. Now calling. . ."
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
"Vegetable for me, meat for him." She drops 6 sp onto the counter.
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.