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?*
With a popping noise a man staggers out of a nearby alleyway. He wears dirty leather armor with green stripes painted on it and is heavily armed with a assortment of swords, axes and a massive longbow. He adjusts his eyepatch and looks around with his good eye before mumbling about how the cities keep changing. A bottle falls unnoticed from his hand as he begins to wander down the street.
With a popping noise a man staggers out of a nearby alleyway. He wears dirty leather armor with green stripes painted on it and is heavily armed with a assortment of swords, axes and a massive longbow. He adjusts his eyepatch and looks around with his good eye before mumbling about how the cities keep changing. A bottle falls unnoticed from his hand as he begins to wander down the street.
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 cars around look as though they've 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)
*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.
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 figure is standing on the roof tops, staring down at the streets.
The view up there goes on for quite some time. In the distance, you see bright neon lights from several buildings, with one large unlit skyscraper looming over them all. Churning factories and the columns of nuclear power plants lurk to the right of you, their towers of steam rising seemingly forever. This run-down district seems to be quite large, and the flyers have ended up even here.
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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.
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.
The leonin doesn't even pause, continuing to walk along.
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Phoenix is walking down the street alone trying to fix a broken wrist flamethrower.
You see a muscular-looking leonin with half-plate armor and a ornate greataxe walk past you.
Phoenix looks at him and mutters, "Civilian."
The leonin doesn't even glance at him as he continues walking, as though the man didn't even exist or matter.
As you continue walking by, you see a street sweeper truck driving towards you at a glacial pace. The side of the truck also has a 'Hyde Co.' logo on it, and a robot driving the truck can be seen through the front window.
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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.
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.
The genasi studies the flyer, then will go up to the bar.
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⌜╔═════════════The Board══════════════╗⌝
...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*
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.
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.
The genasi studies the flyer, then will go up to the bar.
'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)
Phoenix is walking down the street alone trying to fix a broken wrist flamethrower.
You see a muscular-looking leonin with half-plate armor and a ornate greataxe walk past you.
Phoenix looks at him and mutters, "Civilian."
The leonin doesn't even glance at him as he continues walking, as though the man didn't even exist or matter.
As you continue walking by, you see a street sweeper truck driving towards you at a glacial pace. The side of the truck also has a 'Hyde Co.' logo on it, and a robot driving the truck can be seen through the front window.
He grunted at the sight, looking at it as it passed by. He seems to have decided something, because he grabs onto the back of the truck and goes to ride it, maybe to just see more of the city with less effort.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Phoenix is walking down the street alone trying to fix a broken wrist flamethrower.
You see a muscular-looking leonin with half-plate armor and a ornate greataxe walk past you.
Phoenix looks at him and mutters, "Civilian."
The leonin doesn't even glance at him as he continues walking, as though the man didn't even exist or matter.
As you continue walking by, you see a street sweeper truck driving towards you at a glacial pace. The side of the truck also has a 'Hyde Co.' logo on it, and a robot driving the truck can be seen through the front window.
He grunted at the sight, looking at it as it passed by. He seems to have decided something, because he grabs onto the back of the truck and goes to ride it, maybe to just see more of the city with less effort.
After a while, a buzzing sound comes from the front seat of the sweeper, and then a beep.
The sweeper abruptly starts to turn around, and heads in the opposite direction it was going, this time at a much quicker pace.
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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)
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Iados is on the side of the street, trying to avoid anything unfamiliar, which is everything
Fodel is in the middle of the street reading a book
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Nonchalant as hell*
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
With a popping noise a man staggers out of a nearby alleyway. He wears dirty leather armor with green stripes painted on it and is heavily armed with a assortment of swords, axes and a massive longbow. He adjusts his eyepatch and looks around with his good eye before mumbling about how the cities keep changing. A bottle falls unnoticed from his hand as he begins to wander down the street.
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
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 cars around look as though they've 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)
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 igure is standing on the roof tops, staring down at the streets
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 view up there goes on for quite some time. In the distance, you see bright neon lights from several buildings, with one large unlit skyscraper looming over them all. Churning factories and the columns of nuclear power plants lurk to the right of you, their towers of steam rising seemingly forever. This run-down district seems to be quite large, and the flyers have ended up even here.
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 leonin doesn't even pause, continuing to walk along.
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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.
Phoenix is walking down the street alone trying to fix a broken wrist flamethrower.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
You see a muscular-looking leonin with half-plate armor and a ornate greataxe walk past you.
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 looks at him and mutters, "Civilian."
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*This place looks intresting*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The leonin doesn't even glance at him as he continues walking, as though the man didn't even exist or matter.
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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.
Phoenix does the same not exactly caring.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
As you continue walking by, you see a street sweeper truck driving towards you at a glacial pace. The side of the truck also has a 'Hyde Co.' logo on it, and a robot driving the truck can be seen through the front window.
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 genasi studies the flyer, then will go up to the bar.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
'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 grunted at the sight, looking at it as it passed by. He seems to have decided something, because he grabs onto the back of the truck and goes to ride it, maybe to just see more of the city with less effort.
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.
Phoenix is looking for something or someone that looks friendly.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
After a while, a buzzing sound comes from the front seat of the sweeper, and then a beep.
The sweeper abruptly starts to turn around, and heads in the opposite direction it was going, this time at a much quicker pace.
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)