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."
"Well, nice to meet ya D. Do ya have any idea of a place I could stay?"
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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?"
"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."
"Hey, don't worry, pal. Down that alley there's a place called Starhoppers. Or, there was... Anyway, you should be able to find your bearings there." He points down the back alley that the shadowy figure is watching from.
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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?"
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."
"Well, nice to meet ya D. Do ya have any idea of a place I could stay?"
"There's a spot down that back alley. A place called Starhoppers, I think. You should be able to hunker down there til morning." He eyes a watch on his wrist.
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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)
Fodel is sitting in the middle of the street, reading his thick spell book
Iados is walking around confused
Assuming the two are still around that same street, they notice an elf and what looks like a humanoid otter in a bathrobe talking with a tiefling in dark clothes. The faint outline of a person can be seen behind a dumpster, watching from a distance.
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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?"
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."
"Well, nice to meet ya D. Do ya have any idea of a place I could stay?"
"There's a spot down that back alley. A place called Starhoppers, I think. You should be able to hunker down there til morning." He eyes a watch on his wrist.
"Okay, thanks mate." He heads down the alley, looking for anything that might be ladled/look like Starhoppers.
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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.
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."
"Well, nice to meet ya D. Do ya have any idea of a place I could stay?"
"There's a spot down that back alley. A place called Starhoppers, I think. You should be able to hunker down there til morning." He eyes a watch on his wrist.
"Okay, thanks mate." He heads down the alley, looking for anything that might be labelled/look like Starhoppers.
After a little while of wandering... *Make a Survival Check*
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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)
Fodel is sitting in the middle of the street, reading his thick spell book
Iados is walking around confused
Assuming the two are still around that same street, they notice an elf and what looks like a humanoid otter in a bathrobe talking with a tiefling in dark clothes. The faint outline of a person can be seen behind a dumpster, watching from a distance.
*Sorry, don't know if you're referring to me or someone else, but my character is an air genasi, not an elf.*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Fodel is sitting in the middle of the street, reading his thick spell book
Iados is walking around confused
Assuming the two are still around that same street, they notice an air genasi and what looks like a humanoid otter in a bathrobe talking with a tiefling in dark clothes. The faint outline of a person can be seen behind a dumpster, watching from a distance.
*Sorry, don't know if you're referring to me or someone else, but my character is an air genasi, not an elf.*
*Sorry.*
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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)
Fodel is sitting in the middle of the street, reading his thick spell book
Iados is walking around confused
Assuming the two are still around that same street, they notice an air genasi and what looks like a humanoid otter in a bathrobe talking with a tiefling in dark clothes. The faint outline of a person can be seen behind a dumpster, watching from a distance.
*Sorry, don't know if you're referring to me or someone else, but my character is an air genasi, not an elf.*
*Sorry.*
*No, no, you're fine, I was just making sure.*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
He finds himself completely lost in the winding maze of the gaps between buildings and back alleys. It's very dark back there, and all manner of rubbish lies in heaps and scattered across the uneven concrete floor.
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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."
"Hey, don't worry, pal. Down that alley there's a place called Starhoppers. Or, there was... Anyway, you should be able to find your bearings there." He points down the back alley that the shadowy figure is watching from.
"Thanks, I have a feeling I'll be owing you a favor, or something, for this." He heads down the alley, and watches the figure cautiously (If he can see them).
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
He finds himself completely lost in the winding maze of the gaps between buildings and back alleys. It's very dark back there, and all manner of rubbish lies in heaps and scattered across the uneven concrete floor.
He heads back the way he thinks he came, looking for others who might be able to help him.
Survival: 18
History: 5
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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 finds himself completely lost in the winding maze of the gaps between buildings and back alleys. It's very dark back there, and all manner of rubbish lies in heaps and scattered across the uneven concrete floor.
He heads back the way he thinks he came, looking for others who might be able to help him.
Survival: 16
History: 24
After a while of retracing their steps, they catch a glimpse of a little brick building squeezed between two others. The lights inside are on, and the sounds of chatter and loud music echo from the open front door.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He finds himself completely lost in the winding maze of the gaps between buildings and back alleys. It's very dark back there, and all manner of rubbish lies in heaps and scattered across the uneven concrete floor.
He heads back the way he thinks he came, looking for others who might be able to help him.
Survival: 16
History: 24
After a while of retracing their steps, they catch a glimpse of a little brick building squeezed between two others. The lights inside are on, and the sounds of chatter and loud music echo from the open front door.
The Otter folk cautiously walks in.
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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.
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*good night*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*night!*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Well, nice to meet ya D. Do ya have any idea of a place I could stay?"
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.
Fodel is sitting in the middle of the street, reading his thick spell book
Iados is walking around confused
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Hey, don't worry, pal. Down that alley there's a place called Starhoppers. Or, there was... Anyway, you should be able to find your bearings there." He points down the back alley that the shadowy figure is watching 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.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"There's a spot down that back alley. A place called Starhoppers, I think. You should be able to hunker down there til morning." He eyes a watch on his wrist.
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)
Assuming the two are still around that same street, they notice an elf and what looks like a humanoid otter in a bathrobe talking with a tiefling in dark clothes. The faint outline of a person can be seen behind a dumpster, watching from a distance.
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)
"Okay, thanks mate." He heads down the alley, looking for anything that might be ladled/look like Starhoppers.
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.
After a little while of wandering... *Make a Survival Check*
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)
*22*
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.
*Sorry, don't know if you're referring to me or someone else, but my character is an air genasi, not an elf.*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Sorry.*
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)
*No, no, you're fine, I was just making sure.*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Lol, might make a character for my own thread*
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.
He finds himself completely lost in the winding maze of the gaps between buildings and back alleys. It's very dark back there, and all manner of rubbish lies in heaps and scattered across the uneven concrete floor.
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 think that sounds great! The more, the merrier, and the more chaotic!*
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, I have a feeling I'll be owing you a favor, or something, for this." He heads down the alley, and watches the figure cautiously (If he can see them).
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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He heads back the way he thinks he came, looking for others who might be able to help him.
Survival: 18
History: 5
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.
After a while of retracing their steps, they catch a glimpse of a little brick building squeezed between two others. The lights inside are on, and the sounds of chatter and loud music echo from the open front door.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Otter folk cautiously walks 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.