A boy with black hair, eight eyes, and six arms, and black swirly marks on his body, walks into the tavern, in shadows his hair, eyes, and the marks glow blue. He’s also quite tall, 6 feet to be exact
Calamitas looks over at him, suspicious but curious.
Behind you, a large machine opens the doors to the Tavern and walks in, leaving slight scorch marks on the floorboards as it walks along. Its main body looks to be fashioned from an old mine-cart, with a pile of hot coals carried within. At the end of one of its long arms is a tool resembling a pickaxe, with a three-fingered claw on the other arm. Steam occasionally puffs out of a small smokestack on its back.
The strange machine sits down at the bar and signs something to the Fire Elemental barkeep. He nods and pours them a strange violet drink before lighting it on fire.
The spider boy sits next to it
The machine looks over at them. "I presume yer new here?"
“Yep”
"Well, me name's Aeries. I's the one tunnelin' to expand this 'ere town. Well, me an' me frien's."
“I don’t know how I got here”
"That makes two o' us, I s'pose." Aeries takes a sip of his still-flaming drink.
Where there should be shadows on Webb, it slightly glows blue, like his hair, the black swirls across his skin, and even his eyes
Aeries glances over for a second before returning to his drink.
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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.
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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.
Calamitas walks into the Tavern. She notices a purple envelope on the end of the bar, and opens it. After skimming the message, she laughs to herself, and burns the paper to ash.
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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.
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A nimblewright dressed in fine clothing, with a black silk vest and bow tie, walks into the tavern. They carry nothing but a small satchel. Taking a seat at a table, they appear to be resting.
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A nimblewright dressed in fine clothing, with a black silk vest and bow tie, walks into the tavern. They carry nothing but a small satchel. Taking a seat at a table, they appear to be resting.
Earl, the barkeep, glances over. "Hey there. Welcome to the Brimstone Tavern. What can I get ya?"
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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A hobgoblin with uncommon grey skin, wearing leather armor and some very worn trousers underneath a thin coat, walks in with his pike and lance strapped to his back. He says "Can I bring my horse, Artemis, into this here Tavern?"
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A hobgoblin with uncommon grey skin, wearing leather armor and some very worn trousers underneath a thin coat, walks in with his pike and lance strapped to his back. He says "Can I bring my horse, Artemis, into this here Tavern?"
Earl looks both confused and impressed. "How did you get a horse- Eh, why not? You went through the trouble of getting them here, so it's only fair."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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"Thanks. Artemis is me pride and joy, We've been through so much together, I couldn't just leave her," He sits down on a stool in front of the bar, "I'm here to work out how to get back to my kingdom, and an old wizard told me the way back is here... Any way, the names Chantell Rider. what drinks do ya have?
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
He hands over 3. "Thanks for letting me bring my horse in"
"No problem. You went through all the trouble of getting it in. Only seems fair I let them in." Earl takes the three silver and places it in some compartment under the bar.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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He hands over 3. "Thanks for letting me bring my horse in"
"No problem. You went through all the trouble of getting it in. Only seems fair I let them in." Earl takes the three silver and places it in some compartment under the bar.
"So how might I snag a room here?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
He hands over 3. "Thanks for letting me bring my horse in"
"No problem. You went through all the trouble of getting it in. Only seems fair I let them in." Earl takes the three silver and places it in some compartment under the bar.
"So how might I snag a room here?"
"Just set five more silver on that there counter, and you're good for a night."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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Aeries glances over for a second before returning to his drink.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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"So, kid, where's ya from?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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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.
I do not believe so, no.
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)
Calamitas walks into the Tavern. She notices a purple envelope on the end of the bar, and opens it. After skimming the message, she laughs to herself, and burns the paper to ash.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A nimblewright dressed in fine clothing, with a black silk vest and bow tie, walks into the tavern. They carry nothing but a small satchel. Taking a seat at a table, they appear to be resting.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Earl, the barkeep, glances over. "Hey there. Welcome to the Brimstone Tavern. What can I get ya?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A hobgoblin with uncommon grey skin, wearing leather armor and some very worn trousers underneath a thin coat, walks in with his pike and lance strapped to his back. He says "Can I bring my horse, Artemis, into this here Tavern?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Earl looks both confused and impressed. "How did you get a horse- Eh, why not? You went through the trouble of getting them here, so it's only fair."
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)
"Thanks. Artemis is me pride and joy, We've been through so much together, I couldn't just leave her," He sits down on a stool in front of the bar, "I'm here to work out how to get back to my kingdom, and an old wizard told me the way back is here... Any way, the names Chantell Rider. what drinks do ya have?
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Do ya have any drinks?"
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Ah, but of course! What can I get ya?" Earl grabs a glass and begins cleaning it.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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Well, I did just ask what you have...
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"We have just about everything. Wines, juices, beers, brandys, you name it."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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Have you got any cider?
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"Yep." Earl grabs a bottle of cider and pours a glass. "That'll be two silver."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He hands over 3. "Thanks for letting me bring my horse in"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"No problem. You went through all the trouble of getting it in. Only seems fair I let them in." Earl takes the three silver and places it in some compartment under the bar.
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)
"So how might I snag a room here?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Just set five more silver on that there counter, and you're good for a night."
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)