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.
"I'll have that in a minute." He takes the money and walks towards the kitchen and returns with the food. "Enjoy your meal." He continues cleaning the bar.
They both remove their hoods. They seem to be twins, jet black hair, grey eye color, and even similar nose features. The biggest differences were that they each had a different black tattoo on their left cheeks. The man had a sword, and the woman had a book. They begin eating the soup with very good manners.
Kometh eyes them after the tiefling walks in. "Would you like any drinks?"
The woman dabbed her lips with a napkin. "Water for me."
The man thought for a moment. "Some tea for me."
"Of course." He places the glass of water on a tray and after a while, the tea as well. He walks over and places the drinks on the table.
The both drink in unison, taking a few small sips before setting them down. The man spoke up. "So I heard a new goddess or something has been born, or made, which was it again, sister?"
"I forget, Dip, but perhaps this one right here can confirm for us." She sipped some more water.
"Yes, I suppose that was the purpose of the question to begin with."
Calamitas walks out of the back room with her two brothers, still a little teary-eyed. "That'd be me." The tears evaporate and she smiles. "The name's Calamitas, and these are my brothers, Cataclysm and Catastrophe." Cataclysm tips his hat, and Catastrophe smiles and waves.
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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."
"Vegetable for me, meat for him." She drops 6 sp onto the counter.
"I'll have that in a minute." He takes the money and walks towards the kitchen and returns with the food. "Enjoy your meal." He continues cleaning the bar.
They both remove their hoods. They seem to be twins, jet black hair, grey eye color, and even similar nose features. The biggest differences were that they each had a different black tattoo on their left cheeks. The man had a sword, and the woman had a book. They begin eating the soup with very good manners.
Kometh eyes them after the tiefling walks in. "Would you like any drinks?"
The woman dabbed her lips with a napkin. "Water for me."
The man thought for a moment. "Some tea for me."
"Of course." He places the glass of water on a tray and after a while, the tea as well. He walks over and places the drinks on the table.
The both drink in unison, taking a few small sips before setting them down. The man spoke up. "So I heard a new goddess or something has been born, or made, which was it again, sister?"
"I forget, Dip, but perhaps this one right here can confirm for us." She sipped some more water.
"Yes, I suppose that was the purpose of the question to begin with."
Calamitas walks out of the back room with her two brothers, still a little teary-eyed. "That'd be me." The tears evaporate and she smiles. "The name's Calamitas, and these are my brothers, Cataclysm and Catastrophe." Cataclysm tips his hat, and Catastrophe smiles and waves.
The woman dipped her head in welcome. "Hello, Calamitas. I am Viktoria Crowstone, and this is my brother, don't laugh, Diptsy. He prefers Dip."
He flicked Viktoria's ear. "You could've just introduced me as Dip, Vik."
She smiled a bit. "Anyways, we are with House Crowstone, I assume you haven't heard of us yet?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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.
"I'll have that in a minute." He takes the money and walks towards the kitchen and returns with the food. "Enjoy your meal." He continues cleaning the bar.
They both remove their hoods. They seem to be twins, jet black hair, grey eye color, and even similar nose features. The biggest differences were that they each had a different black tattoo on their left cheeks. The man had a sword, and the woman had a book. They begin eating the soup with very good manners.
Kometh eyes them after the tiefling walks in. "Would you like any drinks?"
The woman dabbed her lips with a napkin. "Water for me."
The man thought for a moment. "Some tea for me."
"Of course." He places the glass of water on a tray and after a while, the tea as well. He walks over and places the drinks on the table.
The both drink in unison, taking a few small sips before setting them down. The man spoke up. "So I heard a new goddess or something has been born, or made, which was it again, sister?"
"I forget, Dip, but perhaps this one right here can confirm for us." She sipped some more water.
"Yes, I suppose that was the purpose of the question to begin with."
Calamitas walks out of the back room with her two brothers, still a little teary-eyed. "That'd be me." The tears evaporate and she smiles. "The name's Calamitas, and these are my brothers, Cataclysm and Catastrophe." Cataclysm tips his hat, and Catastrophe smiles and waves.
The woman dipped her head in welcome. "Hello, Calamitas. I am Viktoria Crowstone, and this is my brother, don't laugh, Diptsy. He prefers Dip."
He flicked Viktoria's ear. "You could've just introduced me as Dip, Vik."
She smiled a bit. "Anyways, we are with House Crowstone, I assume you haven't heard of us yet?"
"House Crowstone?" Catastrophe replies. "Can't say I've ever heard of it before."
"Same for me." Calamitas replies. Cataslysm simply shakes his head.
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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."
"Vegetable for me, meat for him." She drops 6 sp onto the counter.
"I'll have that in a minute." He takes the money and walks towards the kitchen and returns with the food. "Enjoy your meal." He continues cleaning the bar.
They both remove their hoods. They seem to be twins, jet black hair, grey eye color, and even similar nose features. The biggest differences were that they each had a different black tattoo on their left cheeks. The man had a sword, and the woman had a book. They begin eating the soup with very good manners.
Kometh eyes them after the tiefling walks in. "Would you like any drinks?"
The woman dabbed her lips with a napkin. "Water for me."
The man thought for a moment. "Some tea for me."
"Of course." He places the glass of water on a tray and after a while, the tea as well. He walks over and places the drinks on the table.
The both drink in unison, taking a few small sips before setting them down. The man spoke up. "So I heard a new goddess or something has been born, or made, which was it again, sister?"
"I forget, Dip, but perhaps this one right here can confirm for us." She sipped some more water.
"Yes, I suppose that was the purpose of the question to begin with."
Calamitas walks out of the back room with her two brothers, still a little teary-eyed. "That'd be me." The tears evaporate and she smiles. "The name's Calamitas, and these are my brothers, Cataclysm and Catastrophe." Cataclysm tips his hat, and Catastrophe smiles and waves.
The woman dipped her head in welcome. "Hello, Calamitas. I am Viktoria Crowstone, and this is my brother, don't laugh, Diptsy. He prefers Dip."
He flicked Viktoria's ear. "You could've just introduced me as Dip, Vik."
She smiled a bit. "Anyways, we are with House Crowstone, I assume you haven't heard of us yet?"
"House Crowstone?" Catastrophe replies. "Can't say I've ever heard of it before."
"Same for me." Calamitas replies. Cataslysm simply shakes his head.
"Well, allow us to introduce you to us." She gestured to Dip, who positioned himself next to her. They cleared their throats, then spoke in unison.
"We of House Crowstone have a long and entangled history with gods, demons, devils, and other entities, we prefer to keep out of sight of most other than the entities we are in direct contact with, which are almost exclusively gods, powerful devils, some demons, and a couple exceptions. Our family is quite expansive, consisting of about 58 members, 60 in a few months due to two of our aunts being pregnant, and almost all of us posses some sort of power, whether it's natural, given, or learned, us two are warlocks of Kiermin, a demon whose sould was split in two and stored in a sword and book connected by an ethereal, unbreakable chain. We each wield a separate aspect of this weapon, the book by Viktoria (Me, said by Viktoria) and the sword by Diptsy (Me, said by Diptsy). We extend an offer to you, New Goddess Calamitas and others, to form a relationship with our future generation of Crowstones, whether that be negative or positive." Dip did a bow while Vik did a curtsy.
The woman dipped her head in welcome. "Hello, Calamitas. I am Viktoria Crowstone, and this is my brother, don't laugh, Diptsy. He prefers Dip."
He flicked Viktoria's ear. "You could've just introduced me as Dip, Vik."
She smiled a bit. "Anyways, we are with House Crowstone, I assume you haven't heard of us yet?"
"House Crowstone?" Catastrophe replies. "Can't say I've ever heard of it before."
"Same for me." Calamitas replies. Cataslysm simply shakes his head.
"Well, allow us to introduce you to us." She gestured to Dip, who positioned himself next to her. They cleared their throats, then spoke in unison.
"We of House Crowstone have a long and entangled history with gods, demons, devils, and other entities, we prefer to keep out of sight of most other than the entities we are in direct contact with, which are almost exclusively gods, powerful devils, some demons, and a couple exceptions. Our family is quite expansive, consisting of about 58 members, 60 in a few months due to two of our aunts being pregnant, and almost all of us posses some sort of power, whether it's natural, given, or learned, us two are warlocks of Kiermin, a demon whose sould was split in two and stored in a sword and book connected by an ethereal, unbreakable chain. We each wield a separate aspect of this weapon, the book by Viktoria (Me, said by Viktoria) and the sword by Diptsy (Me, said by Diptsy). We extend an offer to you, New Goddess Calamitas and others, to form a relationship with our future generation of Crowstones, whether that be negative or positive." Dip did a bow while Vik did a curtsy.
Waltz looks over from the bar and motions towards the kitchen. "I can leave if you guys want to talk in private." He then mutters "Not like I'm worth anything."
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.*
*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.
"I'll have that in a minute." He takes the money and walks towards the kitchen and returns with the food. "Enjoy your meal." He continues cleaning the bar.
They both remove their hoods. They seem to be twins, jet black hair, grey eye color, and even similar nose features. The biggest differences were that they each had a different black tattoo on their left cheeks. The man had a sword, and the woman had a book. They begin eating the soup with very good manners.
Kometh eyes them after the tiefling walks in. "Would you like any drinks?"
The woman dabbed her lips with a napkin. "Water for me."
The man thought for a moment. "Some tea for me."
"Of course." He places the glass of water on a tray and after a while, the tea as well. He walks over and places the drinks on the table.
The both drink in unison, taking a few small sips before setting them down. The man spoke up. "So I heard a new goddess or something has been born, or made, which was it again, sister?"
"I forget, Dip, but perhaps this one right here can confirm for us." She sipped some more water.
"Yes, I suppose that was the purpose of the question to begin with."
Calamitas walks out of the back room with her two brothers, still a little teary-eyed. "That'd be me." The tears evaporate and she smiles. "The name's Calamitas, and these are my brothers, Cataclysm and Catastrophe." Cataclysm tips his hat, and Catastrophe smiles and waves.
The woman dipped her head in welcome. "Hello, Calamitas. I am Viktoria Crowstone, and this is my brother, don't laugh, Diptsy. He prefers Dip."
He flicked Viktoria's ear. "You could've just introduced me as Dip, Vik."
She smiled a bit. "Anyways, we are with House Crowstone, I assume you haven't heard of us yet?"
"House Crowstone?" Catastrophe replies. "Can't say I've ever heard of it before."
"Same for me." Calamitas replies. Cataslysm simply shakes his head.
"Well, allow us to introduce you to us." She gestured to Dip, who positioned himself next to her. They cleared their throats, then spoke in unison.
"We of House Crowstone have a long and entangled history with gods, demons, devils, and other entities, we prefer to keep out of sight of most other than the entities we are in direct contact with, which are almost exclusively gods, powerful devils, some demons, and a couple exceptions. Our family is quite expansive, consisting of about 58 members, 60 in a few months due to two of our aunts being pregnant, and almost all of us posses some sort of power, whether it's natural, given, or learned, us two are warlocks of Kiermin, a demon whose sould was split in two and stored in a sword and book connected by an ethereal, unbreakable chain. We each wield a separate aspect of this weapon, the book by Viktoria (Me, said by Viktoria) and the sword by Diptsy (Me, said by Diptsy). We extend an offer to you, New Goddess Calamitas and others, to form a relationship with our future generation of Crowstones, whether that be negative or positive." Dip did a bow while Vik did a curtsy.
"Well, if it's a deal you want...." Calamitas smiles, and a wave of heat rushes up both of your spines simultaneously. "Then you've got my attention." Cataclysm nods.
"Yeah!" Catastrophe says a bit louder than he anticipated. "We'd totally be up for a deal!"
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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."
"Vegetable for me, meat for him." She drops 6 sp onto the counter.
"I'll have that in a minute." He takes the money and walks towards the kitchen and returns with the food. "Enjoy your meal." He continues cleaning the bar.
They both remove their hoods. They seem to be twins, jet black hair, grey eye color, and even similar nose features. The biggest differences were that they each had a different black tattoo on their left cheeks. The man had a sword, and the woman had a book. They begin eating the soup with very good manners.
Kometh eyes them after the tiefling walks in. "Would you like any drinks?"
The woman dabbed her lips with a napkin. "Water for me."
The man thought for a moment. "Some tea for me."
"Of course." He places the glass of water on a tray and after a while, the tea as well. He walks over and places the drinks on the table.
The both drink in unison, taking a few small sips before setting them down. The man spoke up. "So I heard a new goddess or something has been born, or made, which was it again, sister?"
"I forget, Dip, but perhaps this one right here can confirm for us." She sipped some more water.
"Yes, I suppose that was the purpose of the question to begin with."
Calamitas walks out of the back room with her two brothers, still a little teary-eyed. "That'd be me." The tears evaporate and she smiles. "The name's Calamitas, and these are my brothers, Cataclysm and Catastrophe." Cataclysm tips his hat, and Catastrophe smiles and waves.
The woman dipped her head in welcome. "Hello, Calamitas. I am Viktoria Crowstone, and this is my brother, don't laugh, Diptsy. He prefers Dip."
He flicked Viktoria's ear. "You could've just introduced me as Dip, Vik."
She smiled a bit. "Anyways, we are with House Crowstone, I assume you haven't heard of us yet?"
"House Crowstone?" Catastrophe replies. "Can't say I've ever heard of it before."
"Same for me." Calamitas replies. Cataslysm simply shakes his head.
"Well, allow us to introduce you to us." She gestured to Dip, who positioned himself next to her. They cleared their throats, then spoke in unison.
"We of House Crowstone have a long and entangled history with gods, demons, devils, and other entities, we prefer to keep out of sight of most other than the entities we are in direct contact with, which are almost exclusively gods, powerful devils, some demons, and a couple exceptions. Our family is quite expansive, consisting of about 58 members, 60 in a few months due to two of our aunts being pregnant, and almost all of us posses some sort of power, whether it's natural, given, or learned, us two are warlocks of Kiermin, a demon whose sould was split in two and stored in a sword and book connected by an ethereal, unbreakable chain. We each wield a separate aspect of this weapon, the book by Viktoria (Me, said by Viktoria) and the sword by Diptsy (Me, said by Diptsy). We extend an offer to you, New Goddess Calamitas and others, to form a relationship with our future generation of Crowstones, whether that be negative or positive." Dip did a bow while Vik did a curtsy.
"Well, if it's a deal you want...." Calamitas smiles, and a wave of heat rushes up both of your spines simultaneously. "Then you've got my attention." Cataclysm nods.
"Yeah!" Catastrophe says a bit louder than he anticipated. "We'd totally be up for a deal!"
They chuckle and Vik spoke up. "The deal isn't up to us, we are simply letting you know in advance that the deal my happen should any of the future generation desire you. Unlike some important families, we do not force anything upon the young ones, we let them learn from us and make their own choices on that."
Dip took a turn at speaking. "If they don't want a deal, we support them and help them get settled. However, if they desire to be a warlock, we present them with choices, as well as information on those choices, so the purpose of us coming here was to gather information on you and your brothers, so we may add you all to that list of choices."
Vik came back. "Though, that doesn't necessarily mean you will absolutely be asked to be a patron, in fact, we may just call for your aid should we need it. You, along with countless other deities, are recorded and stored by us, either to be forgotten or asked for various things should the need arise."
Dip spoke one last time. "Though, just know, if you make an enemy of any of our family, the retaliation will not only include the power of all of us, it will include the power of the other deities we mentioned."
*Gotta head out for today, continue this tomorrow morning?*
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
Szathk nods to the newcomer, intrigued.
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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?
*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
Szathk nods to the newcomer, intrigued.
The newcomer nods back, his compound eyes seeing almost everything in front of and to the sides of him. The newcomer walks over towards Szathk and sits down across from them. In a thick, and rather hard to understand accent, the stranger introduces themselves. "I am Kat'chka, Thri-Kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. What's your name?"
*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
Szathk nods to the newcomer, intrigued.
"Wassup" Cractalus says, giving the Vulcan salute.
*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
Szathk nods to the newcomer, intrigued.
The newcomer nods back, his compound eyes seeing almost everything in front of and to the sides of him. The newcomer walks over towards Szathk and sits down across from them. In a thick, and rather hard to understand accent, the stranger introduces themselves. "I am Kat'chka, Thri-Kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. What's your name?"
*Description please?*
"I have no name. But I'm sometimes known by Szathk, or just S for those who can't pronounce it. I'm the resident official of the Collective."
*A hooded figure whose hood covers everything but their mouth and chin, which is very pale and has small fangs poking out. Also, sometimes a green glow comes from their eyes.*
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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?
*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
Szathk nods to the newcomer, intrigued.
"Wassup" Cractalus says, giving the Vulcan salute.
"Cractalus. Yvonne is looking for you. Something to do with the Mech Bay."
Szathk's voice goes weird, and their eyes glow green again.
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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?
*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
Szathk nods to the newcomer, intrigued.
"Wassup" Cractalus says, giving the Vulcan salute.
"Cractalus. Yvonne is looking for you. Something to do with the Mech Bay."
Szathk's voice goes weird, and their eyes glow green again.
"Dangit. Tell her I'm coming." Cractalus sighs, gets up, and disappears in a flash of triangular green light.
*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
Szathk nods to the newcomer, intrigued.
"Wassup" Cractalus says, giving the Vulcan salute.
"Cractalus. Yvonne is looking for you. Something to do with the Mech Bay."
Szathk's voice goes weird, and their eyes glow green again.
"Dangit. Tell her I'm coming." Cractalus sighs, gets up, and disappears in a flash of triangular green light.
Once he's gone, Szathk coughs and chokes for a moment.
"I'll never get used to that..."
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"Why? How'd he die from riding a lizard?"
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Calamitas walks out of the back room with her two brothers, still a little teary-eyed. "That'd be me." The tears evaporate and she smiles. "The name's Calamitas, and these are my brothers, Cataclysm and Catastrophe." Cataclysm tips his hat, and Catastrophe smiles and waves.
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 woman dipped her head in welcome. "Hello, Calamitas. I am Viktoria Crowstone, and this is my brother, don't laugh, Diptsy. He prefers Dip."
He flicked Viktoria's ear. "You could've just introduced me as Dip, Vik."
She smiled a bit. "Anyways, we are with House Crowstone, I assume you haven't heard of us yet?"
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"House Crowstone?" Catastrophe replies. "Can't say I've ever heard of it before."
"Same for me." Calamitas replies. Cataslysm simply shakes his head.
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)
"Well, allow us to introduce you to us." She gestured to Dip, who positioned himself next to her. They cleared their throats, then spoke in unison.
"We of House Crowstone have a long and entangled history with gods, demons, devils, and other entities, we prefer to keep out of sight of most other than the entities we are in direct contact with, which are almost exclusively gods, powerful devils, some demons, and a couple exceptions. Our family is quite expansive, consisting of about 58 members, 60 in a few months due to two of our aunts being pregnant, and almost all of us posses some sort of power, whether it's natural, given, or learned, us two are warlocks of Kiermin, a demon whose sould was split in two and stored in a sword and book connected by an ethereal, unbreakable chain. We each wield a separate aspect of this weapon, the book by Viktoria (Me, said by Viktoria) and the sword by Diptsy (Me, said by Diptsy). We extend an offer to you, New Goddess Calamitas and others, to form a relationship with our future generation of Crowstones, whether that be negative or positive." Dip did a bow while Vik did a curtsy.
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Waltz looks over from the bar and motions towards the kitchen. "I can leave if you guys want to talk in private." He then mutters "Not like I'm worth anything."
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.
"Well, if it's a deal you want...." Calamitas smiles, and a wave of heat rushes up both of your spines simultaneously. "Then you've got my attention." Cataclysm nods.
"Yeah!" Catastrophe says a bit louder than he anticipated. "We'd totally be up for a deal!"
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)
They chuckle and Vik spoke up. "The deal isn't up to us, we are simply letting you know in advance that the deal my happen should any of the future generation desire you. Unlike some important families, we do not force anything upon the young ones, we let them learn from us and make their own choices on that."
Dip took a turn at speaking. "If they don't want a deal, we support them and help them get settled. However, if they desire to be a warlock, we present them with choices, as well as information on those choices, so the purpose of us coming here was to gather information on you and your brothers, so we may add you all to that list of choices."
Vik came back. "Though, that doesn't necessarily mean you will absolutely be asked to be a patron, in fact, we may just call for your aid should we need it. You, along with countless other deities, are recorded and stored by us, either to be forgotten or asked for various things should the need arise."
Dip spoke one last time. "Though, just know, if you make an enemy of any of our family, the retaliation will not only include the power of all of us, it will include the power of the other deities we mentioned."
*Gotta head out for today, continue this tomorrow morning?*
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*See you guys later.*
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.
*See ya.*
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.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Wait! I can hang out a little longer!*
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.
Kometh moves one of the stools from the bar to the other side and starts reading one of the recipe books.
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.
*Might as well join another tavern, lol. New Character time!*
An insectoid figure walks into the tavern, his lower two arms fidgeting with several pieces of scrap metal, his upper two hanging down casually at his sides. His tan carapace is scarred, and he wears a suit of studded leather. A deep purple, almost black, cloak with spider and spiderweb motifs on it hangs from his back, and a heavy crossbow is visible on top of it. On his left hip there's a rather hefty-looking mace, and on this right is a shortsword. Several daggers are in various sheaths around his person, including wrist, thigh, and waist sheaths.
Szathk nods to the newcomer, intrigued.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
The newcomer nods back, his compound eyes seeing almost everything in front of and to the sides of him. The newcomer walks over towards Szathk and sits down across from them. In a thick, and rather hard to understand accent, the stranger introduces themselves. "I am Kat'chka, Thri-Kreen artificer from the Sea of Shards. What's your name?"
*Description please?*
"Wassup" Cractalus says, giving the Vulcan salute.
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.
"I have no name. But I'm sometimes known by Szathk, or just S for those who can't pronounce it. I'm the resident official of the Collective."
*A hooded figure whose hood covers everything but their mouth and chin, which is very pale and has small fangs poking out. Also, sometimes a green glow comes from their eyes.*
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.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Cractalus. Yvonne is looking for you. Something to do with the Mech Bay."
Szathk's voice goes weird, and their eyes glow green again.
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.
"Dangit. Tell her I'm coming." Cractalus sighs, gets up, and disappears in a flash of triangular green light.
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.
Once he's gone, Szathk coughs and chokes for a moment.
"I'll never get used to that..."
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.