“Alrighty, we’ll head that way. Did you meet anyone from this city there?”
"Not any new folks, like us. But the bartender was nice, and there was this one... guy. I don't think he wants people to know who he is though. He was pretty secretive."
“Well, thanks for the heads up. Before I leave, what’s your name stranger?”
"I'm Ruhan. And you?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
“Alrighty, we’ll head that way. Did you meet anyone from this city there?”
"Not any new folks, like us. But the bartender was nice, and there was this one... guy. I don't think he wants people to know who he is though. He was pretty secretive."
“Well, thanks for the heads up. Before I leave, what’s your name stranger?”
“Alrighty, we’ll head that way. Did you meet anyone from this city there?”
"Not any new folks, like us. But the bartender was nice, and there was this one... guy. I don't think he wants people to know who he is though. He was pretty secretive."
“Well, thanks for the heads up. Before I leave, what’s your name stranger?”
"I'm Ruhan. And you?"
“Sparks”
"Good luck in your travels, then, Sparks."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Spark is walking down the road when as he glances into an alley he see a hooded figure with glowing orange eyes leaning over a mechanical thing. There is a screech of metal as something is pulled loose which the figure eats.
”What in Sam hell!”
Spark draws his revolver and begins to aim
(Used the first description so I’m not sure how much has changed from that)
Spark is walking down the road when as he glances into an alley he see a hooded figure with glowing orange eyes leaning over a mechanical thing. There is a screech of metal as something is pulled loose which the figure eats.
”What in Sam hell!”
Spark draws his revolver and begins to aim
(Used the first description so I’m not sure how much has changed from that)
*Legit not much beyond a replaced arm.*
The figure's head snaps up, twisting as it's eyes seem to lock onto him despite the lack of pupils or defining trait.
Spark is walking down the road when as he glances into an alley he see a hooded figure with glowing orange eyes leaning over a mechanical thing. There is a screech of metal as something is pulled loose which the figure eats.
”What in Sam hell!”
Spark draws his revolver and begins to aim
(Used the first description so I’m not sure how much has changed from that)
*Legit not much beyond a replaced arm.*
The figure's head snaps up, twisting as it's eyes seem to lock onto him despite the lack of pupils or defining trait.
Spark is walking down the road when as he glances into an alley he see a hooded figure with glowing orange eyes leaning over a mechanical thing. There is a screech of metal as something is pulled loose which the figure eats.
”What in Sam hell!”
Spark draws his revolver and begins to aim
(Used the first description so I’m not sure how much has changed from that)
*Legit not much beyond a replaced arm.*
The figure's head snaps up, twisting as it's eyes seem to lock onto him despite the lack of pupils or defining trait.
Spark fires 18 if hit 9
(Barely a miss)
The aim is pretty good, but the figure moves in a way that isn't natural for any creature it's shape. As it's joints crack back into place, the dissapears in a swirl of mist, appearing behind Spark, a blade pressed against his neck from behind. It speaks in a robotic voice, "What a predicament you find yourself in."
The aim is pretty good, but the figure moves in a way that isn't natural for any creature it's shape. As it's joints crack back into place, the dissapears in a swirl of mist, appearing behind Spark, a blade pressed against his neck from behind. It speaks in a robotic voice, "What a predicament you find yourself in."
He drops the gun
”Do your worst demon”
(Wait, 19 AC. . . I knew spark was under leveled but this is going to be challenging)
The aim is pretty good, but the figure moves in a way that isn't natural for any creature it's shape. As it's joints crack back into place, the dissapears in a swirl of mist, appearing behind Spark, a blade pressed against his neck from behind. It speaks in a robotic voice, "What a predicament you find yourself in."
He drops the gun
”Do your worst demon”
"Wrong species boy." She says, keeping the blade against his throat as they pick up the gun. "However i'll take the offer." Theres a sharp sting against his skin for a moment, but not the blade. A strange shock runs up his spine, before the blade is pulled away
(He is now considered charmed by worship as per the great old one warlock level 14 ability)
The aim is pretty good, but the figure moves in a way that isn't natural for any creature it's shape. As it's joints crack back into place, the dissapears in a swirl of mist, appearing behind Spark, a blade pressed against his neck from behind. It speaks in a robotic voice, "What a predicament you find yourself in."
He drops the gun
”Do your worst demon”
"Wrong species boy." She says, keeping the blade against his throat as they pick up the gun. "However i'll take the offer." Theres a sharp sting against his skin for a moment, but not the blade. A strange shock runs up his spine, before the blade is pulled away
(He is now considered charmed by worship as per the great old one warlock level 14 ability)
“What did you do to me”
He immediately reaches under his poncho for a second before seeming to give up on it
The aim is pretty good, but the figure moves in a way that isn't natural for any creature it's shape. As it's joints crack back into place, the dissapears in a swirl of mist, appearing behind Spark, a blade pressed against his neck from behind. It speaks in a robotic voice, "What a predicament you find yourself in."
He drops the gun
”Do your worst demon”
"Wrong species boy." She says, keeping the blade against his throat as they pick up the gun. "However i'll take the offer." Theres a sharp sting against his skin for a moment, but not the blade. A strange shock runs up his spine, before the blade is pulled away
(He is now considered charmed by worship as per the great old one warlock level 14 ability)
“What did you do to me”
He immediately reaches under his poncho for a second before seeming to give up on it
"Simple bit of tampering to keep you more docile while i finish eating." She shrugs, stepping past him, dropping the gun at his feet
A few minutes or so after Worship's encounter with Spark, they feel a dull pain across their non-replaced arm. It feels as if some echo of past pain is being felt: A muted version of the pain of having an arm chopped off by a sword. After a few seconds, the pain completely subsides, as if it had never happened...
A deep clicking sound echoes softly within Worship's mind for but a moment, more like remembering the sound than actually hearing it.
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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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*ight*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"I'm Ruhan. And you?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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“Sparks”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
"Good luck in your travels, then, Sparks."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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“Likewise Runhan”
Spark leaves
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
Sparks and rune travel towards starhoppers
”So, Rune. What’s a place called the end like?”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
Worship is dismanteling a robot, popping parts into her mouth
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
(Where is she?)
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
*Back alley*
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
Spark is walking down the road when as he glances into an alley he see a hooded figure with glowing orange eyes leaning over a mechanical thing. There is a screech of metal as something is pulled loose which the figure eats.
”What in Sam hell!”
Spark draws his revolver and begins to aim
(Used the first description so I’m not sure how much has changed from that)
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
*Legit not much beyond a replaced arm.*
The figure's head snaps up, twisting as it's eyes seem to lock onto him despite the lack of pupils or defining trait.
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
Spark fires 15 if hit 7
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
(Barely a miss)
The aim is pretty good, but the figure moves in a way that isn't natural for any creature it's shape. As it's joints crack back into place, the dissapears in a swirl of mist, appearing behind Spark, a blade pressed against his neck from behind. It speaks in a robotic voice, "What a predicament you find yourself 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
He drops the gun
”Do your worst demon”
(Wait, 19 AC. . . I knew spark was under leveled but this is going to be challenging)
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
"Wrong species boy." She says, keeping the blade against his throat as they pick up the gun. "However i'll take the offer." Theres a sharp sting against his skin for a moment, but not the blade. A strange shock runs up his spine, before the blade is pulled away
(He is now considered charmed by worship as per the great old one warlock level 14 ability)
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
“What did you do to me”
He immediately reaches under his poncho for a second before seeming to give up on it
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
"Simple bit of tampering to keep you more docile while i finish eating." She shrugs, stepping past him, dropping the gun at his feet
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
Spark grabs his gun and walks away muttering prayers
(Well, somehow this was the outcome I expected least)
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
see you around. A voice appears in his mind for a moment
(Worships not gonna randomly murk a dude, even if they shot first. Would cause potential issues.)
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 few minutes or so after Worship's encounter with Spark, they feel a dull pain across their non-replaced arm. It feels as if some echo of past pain is being felt: A muted version of the pain of having an arm chopped off by a sword. After a few seconds, the pain completely subsides, as if it had never happened...
A deep clicking sound echoes softly within Worship's mind for but a moment, more like remembering the sound than actually hearing it.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)