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.
As you approach the building, you see a rusty sign sitting on the floor next to the door: 'Starhoppers'
The building 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'. A band (the drummer of which is literally made of fire) is playing on a little stage against the back wall, and a sign above them reads 'Arson of the Heart'. An old kenku sits on a stool behind the bar, serving drinks.
On one wall, a flyer has multiple different knives stuck into it, pinning it to the wall.
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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 Otter folk walks up to the Kenku at the bar, resting his elbow on it in an attempt to look cool, even though he is in his bathrobe. "Hey, can I have a throthy beer?"
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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.
*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...
*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).
After a while of watching them, D climbs back up the building the jumped off of and retreats into the night.
The passageways of the space between buildings is a winding maze... *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)
A 6'11 leonin appears in the air, crashing directly into the front part of a car, smashing the windshield and denting the roof and hood. He sits up and brushes the stray bits of glass that was on him off. His fur is a nice creamy tan, and his mane was dominantly white with black streaks peppered throughout. He wears some half plate armor that consists of shoulder pads and a chest piece. He holds an ornate-looking greataxe in his hand, the handiwork almost.... noble. He stands up and takes a step off the car and onto the street, looking around.
*Inspiration image in spoiler :3*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The Otter folk walks up to the Kenku at the bar, resting his elbow on it in an attempt to look cool, even though he is in his bathrobe. "Hey, can I have a throthy beer?"
The kenku nods and grabs a bottle of beer from under the counter. They hand the bottle to him, and point to the price of 3 silver on the menu above. He notices that there is a large hole in the kenku's upper beak, probably from some sort of injury.
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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)
A 6'11 leonin appears in the air, crashing directly into the front part of a car, smashing the windshield and denting the roof and hood. He sits up and brushes the stray bits of glass that was on him off. His fur is a nice creamy tan, and his mane was dominantly white with black streaks peppered throughout. He wears some half plate armor that consists of shoulder pads and a chest piece. He holds an ornate-looking greataxe in his hand, the handiwork almost.... noble. He stands up and takes a step off the car and onto the street, looking around.
*Inspiration image in spoiler :3*
*Welcome, friend!*
The streets are dark, save for the sickly yellow light of the street lamps flickering on and off, and the faint burning red of the sun just starting to rise. The brick and concrete buildings around you mostly have their lights off, and the car you fell onto looks as though its been there for a long time. There are posters and flyers, all identical, plastered across numerous of the buildings. No stars are visible in the sky, and a thick cloud of smog extends into the horizon in almost every direction.
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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)
A 6'11 leonin appears in the air, crashing directly into the front part of a car, smashing the windshield and denting the roof and hood. He sits up and brushes the stray bits of glass that was on him off. His fur is a nice creamy tan, and his mane was dominantly white with black streaks peppered throughout. He wears some half plate armor that consists of shoulder pads and a chest piece. He holds an ornate-looking greataxe in his hand, the handiwork almost.... noble. He stands up and takes a step off the car and onto the street, looking around.
*Inspiration image in spoiler :3*
*Welcome, friend!*
The streets are dark, save for the sickly yellow light of the street lamps flickering on and off, and the faint burning red of the sun just starting to rise. The brick and concrete buildings around you mostly have their lights off, and the car you fell onto looks as though its been there for a long time. There are posters and flyers, all identical, plastered across numerous of the buildings. No stars are visible in the sky, and a thick cloud of smog extends into the horizon in almost every direction.
He sniffs around for a bit before grunting, moving over to a building to take a flyer off, seeing if he could read it.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 6'11 leonin appears in the air, crashing directly into the front part of a car, smashing the windshield and denting the roof and hood. He sits up and brushes the stray bits of glass that was on him off. His fur is a nice creamy tan, and his mane was dominantly white with black streaks peppered throughout. He wears some half plate armor that consists of shoulder pads and a chest piece. He holds an ornate-looking greataxe in his hand, the handiwork almost.... noble. He stands up and takes a step off the car and onto the street, looking around.
*Inspiration image in spoiler :3*
*Welcome, friend!*
The streets are dark, save for the sickly yellow light of the street lamps flickering on and off, and the faint burning red of the sun just starting to rise. The brick and concrete buildings around you mostly have their lights off, and the car you fell onto looks as though its been there for a long time. There are posters and flyers, all identical, plastered across numerous of the buildings. No stars are visible in the sky, and a thick cloud of smog extends into the horizon in almost every direction.
He sniffs around for a bit before grunting, moving over to a building to take a flyer off, seeing if he could read it.
'Property of Hyde Co.'
'This area has been purchased by Hyde Co. for continued expansion. Please vacate the area within a 3-day time window to clear the way for demolition. Failure to vacate is punishable by a 500 platinum fine and up to 10 years in prison. Thank you for your compliance.'
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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)
A 6'11 leonin appears in the air, crashing directly into the front part of a car, smashing the windshield and denting the roof and hood. He sits up and brushes the stray bits of glass that was on him off. His fur is a nice creamy tan, and his mane was dominantly white with black streaks peppered throughout. He wears some half plate armor that consists of shoulder pads and a chest piece. He holds an ornate-looking greataxe in his hand, the handiwork almost.... noble. He stands up and takes a step off the car and onto the street, looking around.
*Inspiration image in spoiler :3*
*Welcome, friend!*
The streets are dark, save for the sickly yellow light of the street lamps flickering on and off, and the faint burning red of the sun just starting to rise. The brick and concrete buildings around you mostly have their lights off, and the car you fell onto looks as though its been there for a long time. There are posters and flyers, all identical, plastered across numerous of the buildings. No stars are visible in the sky, and a thick cloud of smog extends into the horizon in almost every direction.
He sniffs around for a bit before grunting, moving over to a building to take a flyer off, seeing if he could read it.
'Property of Hyde Co.'
'This area has been purchased by Hyde Co. for continued expansion. Please vacate the area within a 3-day time window to clear the way for demolition. Failure to vacate is punishable by a 500 platinum fine and up to 10 years in prison. Thank you for your compliance.'
He snorts, balling the paper up and throwing it to the side. He doesn't know what this 'Hyde Co.' is, but he knows they'd never be able to imprison him. He walks along the sidewalk, just noticing the strange architecture of the buildings.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*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).
After a while of watching them, D climbs back up the building the jumped off of and retreats into the night.
The passageways of the space between buildings is a winding maze... *Make a Survival Check*
A 5'11" man wearing all black with a red and gold mask appears on the side of the street. He has a silenced assault rifle and silenced pistol. He also has a combat knife on his leg. He has a backpack on his back that has some patches on them. Hanging from his neck are multiple dog tags.
*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).
After a while of watching them, D climbs back up the building the jumped off of and retreats into the night.
The passageways of the space between buildings is a winding maze... *Make a Survival Check*
You manage to find a small brick building squeezed between two others. A rusty sign on the floor next to the entrance reads 'Starhoppers'. The sounds of chatter and loud music can be heard from inside.
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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)
A 5'11" man wearing all black with a red and gold mask appears on the side of the street. He has a silenced assault rifle and silenced pistol. He also has a combat knife on his leg. He has a backpack on his back that has some patches on them. Hanging from his neck are multiple dog tags.
The streets are dark, save for the sickly yellow light of the street lamps flickering on and off, and the faint burning red of the sun just starting to rise. The brick and concrete buildings around you mostly have their lights off, and the car you fell onto looks as though its been there for a long time. There are posters and flyers, all identical, plastered across numerous of the buildings. No stars are visible in the sky, and a thick cloud of smog extends into the horizon in almost every direction.
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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)
A 5'11" man wearing all black with a red and gold mask appears on the side of the street. He has a silenced assault rifle and silenced pistol. He also has a combat knife on his leg. He has a backpack on his back that has some patches on them. Hanging from his neck are multiple dog tags.
The streets are dark, save for the sickly yellow light of the street lamps flickering on and off, and the faint burning red of the sun just starting to rise. The brick and concrete buildings around you mostly have their lights off, and the car you fell onto looks as though its been there for a long time. There are posters and flyers, all identical, plastered across numerous of the buildings. No stars are visible in the sky, and a thick cloud of smog extends into the horizon in almost every direction.
Phoenix groans as he rolls off of the car. He looks around the place, grabs a flyer, and starts to walk as he reads the flyer.
A 5'11" man wearing all black with a red and gold mask appears on the side of the street. He has a silenced assault rifle and silenced pistol. He also has a combat knife on his leg. He has a backpack on his back that has some patches on them. Hanging from his neck are multiple dog tags.
The streets are dark, save for the sickly yellow light of the street lamps flickering on and off, and the faint burning red of the sun just starting to rise. The brick and concrete buildings around you mostly have their lights off. There are posters and flyers, all identical, plastered across numerous of the buildings. No stars are visible in the sky, and a thick cloud of smog extends into the horizon in almost every direction.
Phoenix groans as he rolls off of the car. He looks around the place, grabs a poster, and starts to walk as he reads the flyer.
'Property of Hyde Co.'
'This area has been purchased by Hyde Co. for continued expansion. Please vacate the area within a 3-day time window to clear the way for demolition. Failure to vacate is punishable by a 500 platinum fine and up to 10 years in prison. Thank you for your compliance.'
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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)
A 5'11" man wearing all black with a red and gold mask appears on the side of the street. He has a silenced assault rifle and silenced pistol. He also has a combat knife on his leg. He has a backpack on his back that has some patches on them. Hanging from his neck are multiple dog tags.
The streets are dark, save for the sickly yellow light of the street lamps flickering on and off, and the faint burning red of the sun just starting to rise. The brick and concrete buildings around you mostly have their lights off. There are posters and flyers, all identical, plastered across numerous of the buildings. No stars are visible in the sky, and a thick cloud of smog extends into the horizon in almost every direction.
Phoenix groans as he rolls off of the car. He looks around the place, grabs a poster, and starts to walk as he reads the flyer.
'Property of Hyde Co.'
'This area has been purchased by Hyde Co. for continued expansion. Please vacate the area within a 3-day time window to clear the way for demolition. Failure to vacate is punishable by a 500 platinum fine and up to 10 years in prison. Thank you for your compliance.'
Phoenix snarls as he burns the paper with a flamethrower hidden by his wrist. He walks out of the alleyway and looks for somewhere to go.
The Otter folk walks up to the Kenku at the bar, resting his elbow on it in an attempt to look cool, even though he is in his bathrobe. "Hey, can I have a throthy beer?"
The kenku nods and grabs a bottle of beer from under the counter. They hand the bottle to him, and point to the price of 3 silver on the menu above. He notices that there is a large hole in the kenku's upper beak, probably from some sort of injury.
The otter folk slide over 3 silver, which he seems to of pulled out from his fur. "Thanks."
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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.
A 6'11 leonin appears in the air, crashing directly into the front part of a car, smashing the windshield and denting the roof and hood. He sits up and brushes the stray bits of glass that was on him off. His fur is a nice creamy tan, and his mane was dominantly white with black streaks peppered throughout. He wears some half plate armor that consists of shoulder pads and a chest piece. He holds an ornate-looking greataxe in his hand, the handiwork almost.... noble. He stands up and takes a step off the car and onto the street, looking around.
*Inspiration image in spoiler :3*
*Welcome, friend!*
The streets are dark, save for the sickly yellow light of the street lamps flickering on and off, and the faint burning red of the sun just starting to rise. The brick and concrete buildings around you mostly have their lights off, and the car you fell onto looks as though its been there for a long time. There are posters and flyers, all identical, plastered across numerous of the buildings. No stars are visible in the sky, and a thick cloud of smog extends into the horizon in almost every direction.
He sniffs around for a bit before grunting, moving over to a building to take a flyer off, seeing if he could read it.
'Property of Hyde Co.'
'This area has been purchased by Hyde Co. for continued expansion. Please vacate the area within a 3-day time window to clear the way for demolition. Failure to vacate is punishable by a 500 platinum fine and up to 10 years in prison. Thank you for your compliance.'
He snorts, balling the paper up and throwing it to the side. He doesn't know what this 'Hyde Co.' is, but he knows they'd never be able to imprison him. He walks along the sidewalk, just noticing the strange architecture of the buildings.
While walking along, you notice a man clad in black attire walking out of an alley. He wears a red and gold mask and some weaponry you don't recognize.
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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).
After a while of watching them, D climbs back up the building the jumped off of and retreats into the night.
The passageways of the space between buildings is a winding maze... *Make a Survival Check*
You manage to find a small brick building squeezed between two others. A rusty sign on the floor next to the entrance reads 'Starhoppers'. The sounds of chatter and loud music can be heard from inside.
"Safe enough for me," and he walks in.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
As you approach the building, you see a rusty sign sitting on the floor next to the door: 'Starhoppers'
The building 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'. A band (the drummer of which is literally made of fire) is playing on a little stage against the back wall, and a sign above them reads 'Arson of the Heart'. An old kenku sits on a stool behind the bar, serving drinks.
On one wall, a flyer has multiple different knives stuck into it, pinning it to the wall.
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 walks up to the Kenku at the bar, resting his elbow on it in an attempt to look cool, even though he is in his bathrobe. "Hey, can I have a throthy beer?"
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.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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After a while of watching them, D climbs back up the building the jumped off of and retreats into the night.
The passageways of the space between buildings is a winding maze... *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)
-pop-
A 6'11 leonin appears in the air, crashing directly into the front part of a car, smashing the windshield and denting the roof and hood. He sits up and brushes the stray bits of glass that was on him off. His fur is a nice creamy tan, and his mane was dominantly white with black streaks peppered throughout. He wears some half plate armor that consists of shoulder pads and a chest piece. He holds an ornate-looking greataxe in his hand, the handiwork almost.... noble. He stands up and takes a step off the car and onto the street, looking around.
*Inspiration image in spoiler :3*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The kenku nods and grabs a bottle of beer from under the counter. They hand the bottle to him, and point to the price of 3 silver on the menu above. He notices that there is a large hole in the kenku's upper beak, probably from some sort of injury.
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)
*Welcome, friend!*
The streets are dark, save for the sickly yellow light of the street lamps flickering on and off, and the faint burning red of the sun just starting to rise. The brick and concrete buildings around you mostly have their lights off, and the car you fell onto looks as though its been there for a long time. There are posters and flyers, all identical, plastered across numerous of the buildings. No stars are visible in the sky, and a thick cloud of smog extends into the horizon in almost every direction.
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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He sniffs around for a bit before grunting, moving over to a building to take a flyer off, seeing if he could read it.
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'Property of Hyde Co.'
'This area has been purchased by Hyde Co. for continued expansion. Please vacate the area within a 3-day time window to clear the way for demolition. Failure to vacate is punishable by a 500 platinum fine and up to 10 years in prison. Thank you for your compliance.'
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 snorts, balling the paper up and throwing it to the side. He doesn't know what this 'Hyde Co.' is, but he knows they'd never be able to imprison him. He walks along the sidewalk, just noticing the strange architecture of the buildings.
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Survival 20
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A 5'11" man wearing all black with a red and gold mask appears on the side of the street. He has a silenced assault rifle and silenced pistol. He also has a combat knife on his leg. He has a backpack on his back that has some patches on them. Hanging from his neck are multiple dog tags.
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You manage to find a small brick building squeezed between two others. A rusty sign on the floor next to the entrance reads 'Starhoppers'. The sounds of chatter and loud music can be heard from inside.
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 streets are dark, save for the sickly yellow light of the street lamps flickering on and off, and the faint burning red of the sun just starting to rise. The brick and concrete buildings around you mostly have their lights off, and the car you fell onto looks as though its been there for a long time. There are posters and flyers, all identical, plastered across numerous of the buildings. No stars are visible in the sky, and a thick cloud of smog extends into the horizon in almost every direction.
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)
Phoenix groans as he rolls off of the car. He looks around the place, grabs a flyer, and starts to walk as he reads the flyer.
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'Property of Hyde Co.'
'This area has been purchased by Hyde Co. for continued expansion. Please vacate the area within a 3-day time window to clear the way for demolition. Failure to vacate is punishable by a 500 platinum fine and up to 10 years in prison. Thank you for your compliance.'
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)
Phoenix snarls as he burns the paper with a flamethrower hidden by his wrist. He walks out of the alleyway and looks for somewhere to go.
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The otter folk slide over 3 silver, which he seems to of pulled out from his fur. "Thanks."
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.
While walking along, you notice a man clad in black attire walking out of an alley. He wears a red and gold mask and some weaponry you don't recognize.
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)
"Safe enough for me," and he walks in.
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