An otter folk appears in the street, holding a warm cup of coffee. He is around about 4 ft 2, with scruffy brown hair and a leathery black nose. He is dressed in a grey, cozy looking bathrobe and warm pink bunny slippers, and has a beautiful little amulet around his neck made of amber with little blue flecks in it.
"Oh lord, where have I ended up this time?"
The streets are dark, the only light being from the sickly yellow lamps of the street light flickering on and off. Most of the buildings around have their lights turned off, and some are plastered with posters and flyers. There are no stars, the sky obscured by a cloud of smog that goes on for miles. The silence is almost deafening...
"Hello? Anybody up at this hour? I only just got 'ere, wherever here is..."
You notice a shadow moving quickly out of the corner of your eye. Make a Perception check.
*18*
You notice the shadow is actually a person. A person who is standing on a nearby rooftop, their shadowy silhouette almost invisible against the night sky.
"Hey, you up there! How are you doing on this fine night? Might I say how happy I am to know I am not alone in this strange world!"
They turn to you, and leap down from the building, sticking the landing right in front of you. Now that they're standing near the light, you can see them much more clearly.
They seem to be a tiefling wearing mostly black clothing, wearing a black leather coat that extends down to their ankles. His horns curl upwards slightly, and part of his face is obscured by a grey mask resembling a crow.
"You one of those people that just shows up here?" You're not quite sure, but you think they are putting one of their hands on a holster of sorts.
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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)
An otter folk appears in the street, holding a warm cup of coffee. He is around about 4 ft 2, with scruffy brown hair and a leathery black nose. He is dressed in a grey, cozy looking bathrobe and warm pink bunny slippers, and has a beautiful little amulet around his neck made of amber with little blue flecks in it.
"Oh lord, where have I ended up this time?"
The streets are dark, the only light being from the sickly yellow lamps of the street light flickering on and off. Most of the buildings around have their lights turned off, and some are plastered with posters and flyers. There are no stars, the sky obscured by a cloud of smog that goes on for miles. The silence is almost deafening...
"Hello? Anybody up at this hour? I only just got 'ere, wherever here is..."
You notice a shadow moving quickly out of the corner of your eye. Make a Perception check.
*18*
You notice the shadow is actually a person. A person who is standing on a nearby rooftop, their shadowy silhouette almost invisible against the night sky.
"Hey, you up there! How are you doing on this fine night? Might I say how happy I am to know I am not alone in this strange world!"
They turn to you, and leap down from the building, sticking the landing right in front of you. Now that they're standing near the light, you can see them much more clearly.
They seem to be a tiefling wearing mostly black clothing, wearing a black leather coat that extends down to their ankles. His horns curl upwards slightly, and part of his face is obscured by a grey mask resembling a crow.
"You one of those people that just shows up here?" You're not quite sure, but you think they are putting one of their hands on a holster of sorts.
A little static electricity forms between the Otter folks fur, which he allows to be slightly visible to this tiefling, but not enough to be threatening.
"Well, I did just show up here, so..." He looks around himself, methodically tapping his foot on the pavement. "Someone once told me I'd do good to stay away from edgy tieflings. I think their name was Stephanie. Would ya mind telling me where exactly I am?"
*Actually, you know what? I have my character already!*
*Sounds great! It's been about a 30-year time skip since Konton last slowed to a halt, so I imagine they'd be a bit older now.*
*Oh no, this is new.*
*Welcome to my world!* *evil laughter*
*But seriously, some things have changed since where we last left things off. Don't worry, I'll explain it all.*
*i'll just have them appear in the street lol:*
A person in a hooded robe stumbles as they wake up in the middle of the road. Their face is hidden by the hood, but an orange light spills onto objects it looks at
It's dark around, the sickly yellow light of the street lamps flickering faintly. There's no cars around, and most of the buildings have their lights off. There's no stars in the sky, but a churning massive cloud of... something.
From the darkness, a hobbled figure in a hood and rags approaches you.
The hooded figure welcomes them with semi open arms, being only a little weary of them
They slightly pull back their hood, revealing an old kenku with a large hole in its upper beak. They look over the strange figure, slightly suspicious.
"Have you just arrived, new one?" They speak in the voice of an old man.
Theres a small click noise, and they nod, speaking in a soft voice, "Yes. I'm new here."
"Follow me, there's a place you can stay until you get used to City 78." They retreat into a back alley, their midnight-black feathers almost disappearing in the shadows.
The figure follows the kenku after a moments hesitation
The strange kenku leads them down a series of winding back alleys, until they see a little building wedged into the cracks. A rusty sign, 'Starhoppers', lay on the ground in front of the old brick building. The kenku knocks on the door in a specific pattern, and the door creaks open.
"Welcome to Starhoppers, a sort of refuge for people like you."
The figure nods, "People like me..."
The kenku walks in, and you catch a glimpse of what looks like a rock band setting up on a stage inside.
"Those are musicians, right?" They ask, looking around the room, their hood still up
The kenku nods. They then gesture towards a little sign hanging behind the band: 'Arson of the Heart'
The room itself is filled with people of all different races and lines of work, all of whom you presume are either not from here, or just regulars here for their typical cup of joe. A photo of a smiling old man hangs on the back wall, a plaque underneath reading 'In loving memory of Gerry 'the Merry' Gilvander'.
*-cries-*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
An otter folk appears in the street, holding a warm cup of coffee. He is around about 4 ft 2, with scruffy brown hair and a leathery black nose. He is dressed in a grey, cozy looking bathrobe and warm pink bunny slippers, and has a beautiful little amulet around his neck made of amber with little blue flecks in it.
"Oh lord, where have I ended up this time?"
The streets are dark, the only light being from the sickly yellow lamps of the street light flickering on and off. Most of the buildings around have their lights turned off, and some are plastered with posters and flyers. There are no stars, the sky obscured by a cloud of smog that goes on for miles. The silence is almost deafening...
"Hello? Anybody up at this hour? I only just got 'ere, wherever here is..."
You notice a shadow moving quickly out of the corner of your eye. Make a Perception check.
*18*
You notice the shadow is actually a person. A person who is standing on a nearby rooftop, their shadowy silhouette almost invisible against the night sky.
"Hey, you up there! How are you doing on this fine night? Might I say how happy I am to know I am not alone in this strange world!"
They turn to you, and leap down from the building, sticking the landing right in front of you. Now that they're standing near the light, you can see them much more clearly.
They seem to be a tiefling wearing mostly black clothing, wearing a black leather coat that extends down to their ankles. His horns curl upwards slightly, and part of his face is obscured by a grey mask resembling a crow.
"You one of those people that just shows up here?" You're not quite sure, but you think they are putting one of their hands on a holster of sorts.
A little static electricity forms between the Otter folks fur, which he allows to be slightly visible to this tiefling, but not enough to be threatening.
"Well, I did just show up here, so..." He looks around himself, methodically tapping his foot on the pavement. "Someone once told me I'd do good to stay away from edgy tieflings. I think their name was Stephanie. Would ya mind telling me where exactly I am?"
They smirk, taking their hand off the holster. "Welcome to Konton: Specifically, welcome to City 78. If you want to make it here for more than a few hours, you keep your head down and your eyes open. This place ain't exactly kind to... well, anyone, really."
He turns around and starts to walk away before they stop and come back. "Oh, right! I knew I was forgetting something." He holds out a hand, smiling. "The name's... well, that's classified, but you can call me D."
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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)
The hooded figure hangs out in the bar for a while, before heading outside again
You're not quite sure, but you think you saw someone leap off of a roof nearby.
They follow where they think the someone went, climbing onto the roof tops
After a short while, you see the strange person talking with what appears to be a humanoid otter in a bathrobe. They wear mostly dark clothes and a black leather coat, and they have two horns that curl slightly upwards.
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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)
The hooded figure hangs out in the bar for a while, before heading outside again
You're not quite sure, but you think you saw someone leap off of a roof nearby.
They follow where they think the someone went, climbing onto the roof tops
After a short while, you see the strange person talking with what appears to be a humanoid otter in a bathrobe. They wear mostly dark clothes and a black leather coat, and they have two horns that curl slightly upwards.
The figure walks over, but doesn't say anything, listening in
The hooded figure hangs out in the bar for a while, before heading outside again
You're not quite sure, but you think you saw someone leap off of a roof nearby.
They follow where they think the someone went, climbing onto the roof tops
After a short while, you see the strange person talking with what appears to be a humanoid otter in a bathrobe. They wear mostly dark clothes and a black leather coat, and they have two horns that curl slightly upwards.
The figure walks over, but doesn't say anything, listening in
*Are you trying to be stealthy, or just nonchalantly walking over?*
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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)
*I'm currently on page 21 of reading all of this.*
With a sort of pop, an air genasi appears in the street, clad in leather armor that has been dyed a deep, navy blue. Two shortswords are hanging from either side of his waist, the handles and hilts made of a strange metal, with a muted, silvery kind of color. He also carries a longbow, along with a quiver full of arrows.
"Um, what?" He says in surprise, his right hand straying towards one of his shortswords. He scans the area.
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*I'm currently on page 21 of reading all of this.*
With a sort of pop, an air genasi appears in the street, clad in leather armor that has been dyed a deep, navy blue. Two shortswords are hanging from either side of his waist, the handles and hilts made of a strange metal, with a muted, silvery kind of color. He also carries a longbow, along with a quiver full of arrows.
"Um, what?" He says in surprise, his right hand straying towards one of his shortswords. He scans the area.
Not too far away, you spy a trifling clad in dark clothes and a black leather coat talking to some kind of humanoid otter in a bathrobe and slippers. In the distance, the faint shadow of another person can be seen behind a dumpster, watching this unfold.
Noticing you appear into existence, the trifling turns to you, sighing. "Let me guess, you're new too?"
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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)
*I'm currently on page 21 of reading all of this.*
With a sort of pop, an air genasi appears in the street, clad in leather armor that has been dyed a deep, navy blue. Two shortswords are hanging from either side of his waist, the handles and hilts made of a strange metal, with a muted, silvery kind of color. He also carries a longbow, along with a quiver full of arrows.
"Um, what?" He says in surprise, his right hand straying towards one of his shortswords. He scans the area.
Not too far away, you spy a trifling clad in dark clothes and a black leather coat talking to some kind of humanoid otter in a bathrobe and slippers. In the distance, the faint shadow of another person can be seen behind a dumpster, watching this unfold.
Noticing you appear into existence, the trifling turns to you, sighing. "Let me guess, you're new too?"
"It would appear... so." He blinks once, processes everything he knows so far (not that much), and sighs. "Mind telling me where I am?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*I'm currently on page 21 of reading all of this.*
With a sort of pop, an air genasi appears in the street, clad in leather armor that has been dyed a deep, navy blue. Two shortswords are hanging from either side of his waist, the handles and hilts made of a strange metal, with a muted, silvery kind of color. He also carries a longbow, along with a quiver full of arrows.
"Um, what?" He says in surprise, his right hand straying towards one of his shortswords. He scans the area.
Not too far away, you spy a trifling clad in dark clothes and a black leather coat talking to some kind of humanoid otter in a bathrobe and slippers. In the distance, the faint shadow of another person can be seen behind a dumpster, watching this unfold.
Noticing you appear into existence, the trifling turns to you, sighing. "Let me guess, you're new too?"
"It would appear... so." He blinks once, processes everything he knows so far (not that much), and sighs. "Mind telling me where I am?"
"Welcome to Konton: Or more precisely, welcome to City 78. If I were you, I'd try and find a safe place to hunker down until morning. This place hasn't been that kind to anyone as of late."
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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)
*I'm currently on page 21 of reading all of this.*
With a sort of pop, an air genasi appears in the street, clad in leather armor that has been dyed a deep, navy blue. Two shortswords are hanging from either side of his waist, the handles and hilts made of a strange metal, with a muted, silvery kind of color. He also carries a longbow, along with a quiver full of arrows.
"Um, what?" He says in surprise, his right hand straying towards one of his shortswords. He scans the area.
Not too far away, you spy a trifling clad in dark clothes and a black leather coat talking to some kind of humanoid otter in a bathrobe and slippers. In the distance, the faint shadow of another person can be seen behind a dumpster, watching this unfold.
Noticing you appear into existence, the trifling turns to you, sighing. "Let me guess, you're new too?"
"It would appear... so." He blinks once, processes everything he knows so far (not that much), and sighs. "Mind telling me where I am?"
"Welcome to Konton: Or more precisely, welcome to City 78. If I were you, I'd try and find a safe place to hunker down until morning. This place hasn't been that kind to anyone as of late."
He frowns. "Thanks for the warning. And, uh, do you know of such a place, a safe one? Or should I leave this city? Or is it even more dangerous to leave?" Then he frowns again. "Sorry, too many questions."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A 5'9" dark blue tiefling wearing a simple tunic, and looks like he took a swim in the ocean appears, looking around, he gets out of the way of traffic
This is Iados, a tiefling exiled from his home, and the main character of my story I am writing
A old wizard sitting in a rocking chair appears in the middle of the road, looking around unconcerned about the traffic, he goes back to reading his spell book
A 5'9" dark blue tiefling wearing a simple tunic, and looks like he took a swim in the ocean appears, looking around, he gets out of the way of traffic
This is Iados, a tiefling exiled from his home, and the main character of my story I am writing
*Ya, didn't know if I should do the L thing or not...*
*Also, I think the streets are deserted*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*I love the connections. Bring both threads more and more to life.*
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.
*Me too*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
The hooded figure hangs out in the bar for a while, before heading outside again
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
They turn to you, and leap down from the building, sticking the landing right in front of you. Now that they're standing near the light, you can see them much more clearly.
They seem to be a tiefling wearing mostly black clothing, wearing a black leather coat that extends down to their ankles. His horns curl upwards slightly, and part of his face is obscured by a grey mask resembling a crow.
"You one of those people that just shows up here?" You're not quite sure, but you think they are putting one of their hands on a holster of sorts.
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)
You're not quite sure, but you think you saw someone leap off of a roof nearby.
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)
HTey follow where they think the someone went, climbing onto the roof tops
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
A little static electricity forms between the Otter folks fur, which he allows to be slightly visible to this tiefling, but not enough to be threatening.
"Well, I did just show up here, so..." He looks around himself, methodically tapping his foot on the pavement. "Someone once told me I'd do good to stay away from edgy tieflings. I think their name was Stephanie. Would ya mind telling me where exactly I am?"
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.
*-cries-*
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.
They smirk, taking their hand off the holster. "Welcome to Konton: Specifically, welcome to City 78. If you want to make it here for more than a few hours, you keep your head down and your eyes open. This place ain't exactly kind to... well, anyone, really."
He turns around and starts to walk away before they stop and come back. "Oh, right! I knew I was forgetting something." He holds out a hand, smiling. "The name's... well, that's classified, but you can call me D."
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)
After a short while, you see the strange person talking with what appears to be a humanoid otter in a bathrobe. They wear mostly dark clothes and a black leather coat, and they have two horns that curl slightly upwards.
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 figure walks over, but doesn't say anything, listening in
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Are you trying to be stealthy, or just nonchalantly walking over?*
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)
*I'm currently on page 21 of reading all of this.*
With a sort of pop, an air genasi appears in the street, clad in leather armor that has been dyed a deep, navy blue. Two shortswords are hanging from either side of his waist, the handles and hilts made of a strange metal, with a muted, silvery kind of color. He also carries a longbow, along with a quiver full of arrows.
"Um, what?" He says in surprise, his right hand straying towards one of his shortswords. He scans the area.
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Not too far away, you spy a trifling clad in dark clothes and a black leather coat talking to some kind of humanoid otter in a bathrobe and slippers. In the distance, the faint shadow of another person can be seen behind a dumpster, watching this unfold.
Noticing you appear into existence, the trifling turns to you, sighing. "Let me guess, you're new too?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"It would appear... so." He blinks once, processes everything he knows so far (not that much), and sighs. "Mind telling me where I am?"
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"Welcome to Konton: Or more precisely, welcome to City 78. If I were you, I'd try and find a safe place to hunker down until morning. This place hasn't been that kind to anyone as of late."
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 frowns. "Thanks for the warning. And, uh, do you know of such a place, a safe one? Or should I leave this city? Or is it even more dangerous to leave?" Then he frowns again. "Sorry, too many questions."
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*L*
A 5'9" dark blue tiefling wearing a simple tunic, and looks like he took a swim in the ocean appears, looking around, he gets out of the way of traffic
This is Iados, a tiefling exiled from his home, and the main character of my story I am writing
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
A old wizard sitting in a rocking chair appears in the middle of the road, looking around unconcerned about the traffic, he goes back to reading his spell book
This is Fodel shemov, a half elf wizard
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Ya, didn't know if I should do the L thing or not...*
*Also, I think the streets are deserted*
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