Seferis is huddling, cold in an alley. He had a very fitful sleep last night, and he's even more on edge than when he entered this strange world.
Two figures, each holding an umbrella, starts walking down the alleyway.
He glares at them, putting a hand on his chest pocket which bulges ever so slightly with the shape of a knife. He watches what they're doing there.
One turns their head to the other and speaks, they sound like a woman. "See? I told you this wasn't the right alley."
The other figures turns and talks back, they sound like a man. "Don't rub it in. Besides, the place shouldn't be too far, so we shouldn't be late."
"That's what you said last time."
"Last time wasn't so bad, we only had two cups cut from our pay."
"On top of having to sell to the dredges!"
"You got me there. Anyways, let's just go find the actual place instead of arguing here."
The two figures briskly walk past Seferis, either ignoring him or not noticing him.
"Two cups..." he thinks, "There's some sort of deal going down." he looks around at the squalor of his current conditions. "Might as well see what they're doing, its not as if my time is otherwise occupied."
They are almost at the other end of the alley.
He gets up and follows them. Stealth 10
It's pretty impossible for them to not notice him, but they seem to just ignore him for now as they walk down the sidewalk.
Noticing this, he stops sneaking, shrugs, and just follows them.
They walk for a few minutes, then they turn down another alley.
He continues following them.
When he turns the corner they went down, it was a dead end, and they weren't anywhere to be seen currently.
Curious, he checks for a hidden catch or something on the alley wall. Investigation 22
It's just a normal wall, suddenly the woman's voice from earlier is behind. "Well, well, well, look what lost puppy followed us, Ryan!"
The man's voice chuckled.
"Lost puppy, hm? Slightly demeaning, but not altogether inaccurate. Yes, that's what I am, a bored, lost, harmless puppy."
"And what caused this puppy to follow us, hm?"
"Boredom, and mild curious interest." he says, "I'm an arms dealer, but unfortunately I come from a plane ******** in regards to technological advancement in relation to this world. Still, I imagine you might find some edged sidearms of use. He rattles his briefcase."
*I really like to imagine he said 'He rattles his briefcase', but I know what you meant."
They chuckle to each other. "We're not interested in arms, at least not that type. We're drug dealers, so unless you wanna buy, quit following."
"What kind you got?"
"Ever heard of Heart Crystals?"
"Unfortunately, no. I haven't."
The woman looked to the man. "Should we show him?"
"It could mean another customer."
"Oh, yes maybe that'll be enough to get us out of this area!" She chuckled and pulled out a small paper bag, reached in and pulled out something that looked like a heart, but crystallized.
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Seferis is huddling, cold in an alley. He had a very fitful sleep last night, and he's even more on edge than when he entered this strange world.
Two figures, each holding an umbrella, starts walking down the alleyway.
He glares at them, putting a hand on his chest pocket which bulges ever so slightly with the shape of a knife. He watches what they're doing there.
One turns their head to the other and speaks, they sound like a woman. "See? I told you this wasn't the right alley."
The other figures turns and talks back, they sound like a man. "Don't rub it in. Besides, the place shouldn't be too far, so we shouldn't be late."
"That's what you said last time."
"Last time wasn't so bad, we only had two cups cut from our pay."
"On top of having to sell to the dredges!"
"You got me there. Anyways, let's just go find the actual place instead of arguing here."
The two figures briskly walk past Seferis, either ignoring him or not noticing him.
"Two cups..." he thinks, "There's some sort of deal going down." he looks around at the squalor of his current conditions. "Might as well see what they're doing, its not as if my time is otherwise occupied."
They are almost at the other end of the alley.
He gets up and follows them. Stealth 10
It's pretty impossible for them to not notice him, but they seem to just ignore him for now as they walk down the sidewalk.
Noticing this, he stops sneaking, shrugs, and just follows them.
They walk for a few minutes, then they turn down another alley.
He continues following them.
When he turns the corner they went down, it was a dead end, and they weren't anywhere to be seen currently.
Curious, he checks for a hidden catch or something on the alley wall. Investigation 22
It's just a normal wall, suddenly the woman's voice from earlier is behind. "Well, well, well, look what lost puppy followed us, Ryan!"
The man's voice chuckled.
"Lost puppy, hm? Slightly demeaning, but not altogether inaccurate. Yes, that's what I am, a bored, lost, harmless puppy."
"And what caused this puppy to follow us, hm?"
"Boredom, and mild curious interest." he says, "I'm an arms dealer, but unfortunately I come from a plane ******** in regards to technological advancement in relation to this world. Still, I imagine you might find some edged sidearms of use. He rattles his briefcase."
*I really like to imagine he said 'He rattles his briefcase', but I know what you meant."
They chuckle to each other. "We're not interested in arms, at least not that type. We're drug dealers, so unless you wanna buy, quit following."
"What kind you got?"
"Ever heard of Heart Crystals?"
"Unfortunately, no. I haven't."
The woman looked to the man. "Should we show him?"
"It could mean another customer."
"Oh, yes maybe that'll be enough to get us out of this area!" She chuckled and pulled out a small paper bag, reached in and pulled out something that looked like a heart, but crystallized.
"What an apt and literal name," he says dryly. "How is it taken?"
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Seferis is huddling, cold in an alley. He had a very fitful sleep last night, and he's even more on edge than when he entered this strange world.
Two figures, each holding an umbrella, starts walking down the alleyway.
He glares at them, putting a hand on his chest pocket which bulges ever so slightly with the shape of a knife. He watches what they're doing there.
One turns their head to the other and speaks, they sound like a woman. "See? I told you this wasn't the right alley."
The other figures turns and talks back, they sound like a man. "Don't rub it in. Besides, the place shouldn't be too far, so we shouldn't be late."
"That's what you said last time."
"Last time wasn't so bad, we only had two cups cut from our pay."
"On top of having to sell to the dredges!"
"You got me there. Anyways, let's just go find the actual place instead of arguing here."
The two figures briskly walk past Seferis, either ignoring him or not noticing him.
"Two cups..." he thinks, "There's some sort of deal going down." he looks around at the squalor of his current conditions. "Might as well see what they're doing, its not as if my time is otherwise occupied."
They are almost at the other end of the alley.
He gets up and follows them. Stealth 10
It's pretty impossible for them to not notice him, but they seem to just ignore him for now as they walk down the sidewalk.
Noticing this, he stops sneaking, shrugs, and just follows them.
They walk for a few minutes, then they turn down another alley.
He continues following them.
When he turns the corner they went down, it was a dead end, and they weren't anywhere to be seen currently.
Curious, he checks for a hidden catch or something on the alley wall. Investigation 22
It's just a normal wall, suddenly the woman's voice from earlier is behind. "Well, well, well, look what lost puppy followed us, Ryan!"
The man's voice chuckled.
"Lost puppy, hm? Slightly demeaning, but not altogether inaccurate. Yes, that's what I am, a bored, lost, harmless puppy."
"And what caused this puppy to follow us, hm?"
"Boredom, and mild curious interest." he says, "I'm an arms dealer, but unfortunately I come from a plane ******** in regards to technological advancement in relation to this world. Still, I imagine you might find some edged sidearms of use. He rattles his briefcase."
*I really like to imagine he said 'He rattles his briefcase', but I know what you meant."
They chuckle to each other. "We're not interested in arms, at least not that type. We're drug dealers, so unless you wanna buy, quit following."
"What kind you got?"
"Ever heard of Heart Crystals?"
"Unfortunately, no. I haven't."
The woman looked to the man. "Should we show him?"
"It could mean another customer."
"Oh, yes maybe that'll be enough to get us out of this area!" She chuckled and pulled out a small paper bag, reached in and pulled out something that looked like a heart, but crystallized.
"What an apt and literal name," he says dryly. "How is it taken?"
"It's very fragile, so just tap it against something slightly hard, then take a shard and suck on it, or chew, it's kind of like rock candy." The woman mimicked knocking on the Heart Crystal but doesn't break it. "It'll put you into a pleasant lightheaded daze as long as you have some in your mouth, plus it tastes like chocolate!"
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Estelle walks up to O'Lean. "Hiya! I'm here to sell you something for reasons I don't fully understand!"
He looks down from his magazine and huffs. "Get lost, kid."
Estelle sets her device down on the counter. "It's a flamethrower, but it can also fire bullets from here." She points to a second, larger barrel above the flamethrower's nozzle.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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Estelle walks up to O'Lean. "Hiya! I'm here to sell you something for reasons I don't fully understand!"
He looks down from his magazine and huffs. "Get lost, kid."
Estelle sets her device down on the counter. "It's a flamethrower, but it can also fire bullets from here." She points to a second, larger barrel above the flamethrower's nozzle.
He doesn't look up from his magazine. "We don't deal with kids."
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Estelle walks up to O'Lean. "Hiya! I'm here to sell you something for reasons I don't fully understand!"
He looks down from his magazine and huffs. "Get lost, kid."
Estelle sets her device down on the counter. "It's a flamethrower, but it can also fire bullets from here." She points to a second, larger barrel above the flamethrower's nozzle.
He doesn't look up from his magazine. "We don't deal with kids."
Estelle sighs, and scoops up her invention from the counter. "Well, if you ever change your mind, I'll be at that brick place not too far from here."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Estelle walks up to O'Lean. "Hiya! I'm here to sell you something for reasons I don't fully understand!"
He looks down from his magazine and huffs. "Get lost, kid."
Estelle sets her device down on the counter. "It's a flamethrower, but it can also fire bullets from here." She points to a second, larger barrel above the flamethrower's nozzle.
He doesn't look up from his magazine. "We don't deal with kids."
Estelle sighs, and scoops up her invention from the counter. "Well, if you ever change your mind, I'll be at that brick place not too far from here."
He just grunted, continuing to read his magazine. As she leaves, three people walk into the store, laughing and talking amongst themselves, a human, a teifling, and a tabaxi.
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Estelle walks up to O'Lean. "Hiya! I'm here to sell you something for reasons I don't fully understand!"
He looks down from his magazine and huffs. "Get lost, kid."
Estelle sets her device down on the counter. "It's a flamethrower, but it can also fire bullets from here." She points to a second, larger barrel above the flamethrower's nozzle.
He doesn't look up from his magazine. "We don't deal with kids."
Estelle sighs, and scoops up her invention from the counter. "Well, if you ever change your mind, I'll be at that brick place not too far from here."
He just grunted, continuing to read his magazine. As she leaves, three people walk into the store, laughing and talking amongst themselves, a human, a teifling, and a tabaxi.
"Hiya!"
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Estelle walks up to O'Lean. "Hiya! I'm here to sell you something for reasons I don't fully understand!"
He looks down from his magazine and huffs. "Get lost, kid."
Estelle sets her device down on the counter. "It's a flamethrower, but it can also fire bullets from here." She points to a second, larger barrel above the flamethrower's nozzle.
He doesn't look up from his magazine. "We don't deal with kids."
Estelle sighs, and scoops up her invention from the counter. "Well, if you ever change your mind, I'll be at that brick place not too far from here."
He just grunted, continuing to read his magazine. As she leaves, three people walk into the store, laughing and talking amongst themselves, a human, a teifling, and a tabaxi.
"Hiya!"
The three of them stop in front of her and look at her for a moment, then the tabaxi spoke up. "Oh, SHE'S SO CUTE!"
The teifling chuckled. "Calm down Izzy, we don't know where she came from."
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Estelle chuckles, and her cheeks blush green for just a second. "Thanks! Hey, how would you be interested in my newest invention?" She pulls out the device from before.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Estelle chuckles, and her cheeks blush green for just a second. "Thanks! Hey, how would you be interested in my newest invention?" She pulls out the device from before.
The human stepped forward and looked over it. "What is it, kid?"
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Estelle chuckles, and her cheeks blush green for just a second. "Thanks! Hey, how would you be interested in my newest invention?" She pulls out the device from before.
The human stepped forward and looked over it. "What is it, kid?"
"Flamethrower. It also shoots bullets!" Estelle gestures towards the twin nozzle-barrel on the device's tip. "I tried to sell it to the guy in the shop here, but he said he wasn't interested."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Estelle chuckles, and her cheeks blush green for just a second. "Thanks! Hey, how would you be interested in my newest invention?" She pulls out the device from before.
The human stepped forward and looked over it. "What is it, kid?"
"Flamethrower. It also shoots bullets!" Estelle gestures towards the twin nozzle-barrel on the device's tip. "I tried to sell it to the guy in the shop here, but he said he wasn't interested."
"That's because we don't buy or sell to little kids like you." The human laughed a bit. "C'mon guys, let's go tell Loren we finished." The three of them walked to the back and disappeared behind the door.
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Estelle chuckles, and her cheeks blush green for just a second. "Thanks! Hey, how would you be interested in my newest invention?" She pulls out the device from before.
The human stepped forward and looked over it. "What is it, kid?"
"Flamethrower. It also shoots bullets!" Estelle gestures towards the twin nozzle-barrel on the device's tip. "I tried to sell it to the guy in the shop here, but he said he wasn't interested."
"That's because we don't buy or sell to little kids like you." The human laughed a bit. "C'mon guys, let's go tell Loren we finished." The three of them walked to the back and disappeared behind the door.
Estelle follows them. "What about a job here? I made this thing with just some scrap metal, and I could get you guys some new stock!"
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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)
Estelle chuckles, and her cheeks blush green for just a second. "Thanks! Hey, how would you be interested in my newest invention?" She pulls out the device from before.
The human stepped forward and looked over it. "What is it, kid?"
"Flamethrower. It also shoots bullets!" Estelle gestures towards the twin nozzle-barrel on the device's tip. "I tried to sell it to the guy in the shop here, but he said he wasn't interested."
"That's because we don't buy or sell to little kids like you." The human laughed a bit. "C'mon guys, let's go tell Loren we finished." The three of them walked to the back and disappeared behind the door.
Estelle follows them. "What about a job here? I made this thing with just some scrap metal, and I could get you guys some new stock!"
O'Lean stops her at the door. "Sorry, kid, you aren't allowed back there."
The tabaxi poked her head out from behind the door. "We don't hire kids, either, don't want you cute little rascals getting killed, after all!" She went back, laughing a bit.
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Estelle chuckles, and her cheeks blush green for just a second. "Thanks! Hey, how would you be interested in my newest invention?" She pulls out the device from before.
The human stepped forward and looked over it. "What is it, kid?"
"Flamethrower. It also shoots bullets!" Estelle gestures towards the twin nozzle-barrel on the device's tip. "I tried to sell it to the guy in the shop here, but he said he wasn't interested."
"That's because we don't buy or sell to little kids like you." The human laughed a bit. "C'mon guys, let's go tell Loren we finished." The three of them walked to the back and disappeared behind the door.
Estelle follows them. "What about a job here? I made this thing with just some scrap metal, and I could get you guys some new stock!"
O'Lean stops her at the door. "Sorry, kid, you aren't allowed back there."
The tabaxi poked her head out from behind the door. "We don't hire kids, either, don't want you cute little rascals getting killed, after all!" She went back, laughing a bit.
Estelle looks a little upset. "I'll have you know, I'm 23. Just 'cause I look young doesn't mean I actually am."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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The woman looked to the man. "Should we show him?"
"It could mean another customer."
"Oh, yes maybe that'll be enough to get us out of this area!" She chuckled and pulled out a small paper bag, reached in and pulled out something that looked like a heart, but crystallized.
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"What an apt and literal name," he says dryly. "How is it taken?"
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"It's very fragile, so just tap it against something slightly hard, then take a shard and suck on it, or chew, it's kind of like rock candy." The woman mimicked knocking on the Heart Crystal but doesn't break it. "It'll put you into a pleasant lightheaded daze as long as you have some in your mouth, plus it tastes like chocolate!"
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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.
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's sitting at the counter, reading a new magazine.
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Estelle walks up to O'Lean. "Hiya! I'm here to sell you something for reasons I don't fully understand!"
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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He looks down from his magazine and huffs. "Get lost, kid."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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Estelle sets her device down on the counter. "It's a flamethrower, but it can also fire bullets from here." She points to a second, larger barrel above the flamethrower's nozzle.
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 doesn't look up from his magazine. "We don't deal with kids."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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Estelle sighs, and scoops up her invention from the counter. "Well, if you ever change your mind, I'll be at that brick place not too far from here."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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He just grunted, continuing to read his magazine. As she leaves, three people walk into the store, laughing and talking amongst themselves, a human, a teifling, and a tabaxi.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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"Hiya!"
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
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The three of them stop in front of her and look at her for a moment, then the tabaxi spoke up. "Oh, SHE'S SO CUTE!"
The teifling chuckled. "Calm down Izzy, we don't know where she came from."
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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.
Estelle chuckles, and her cheeks blush green for just a second. "Thanks! Hey, how would you be interested in my newest invention?" She pulls out the device from before.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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The human stepped forward and looked over it. "What is it, kid?"
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"Flamethrower. It also shoots bullets!" Estelle gestures towards the twin nozzle-barrel on the device's tip. "I tried to sell it to the guy in the shop here, but he said he wasn't interested."
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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"That's because we don't buy or sell to little kids like you." The human laughed a bit. "C'mon guys, let's go tell Loren we finished." The three of them walked to the back and disappeared behind the door.
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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.
Estelle follows them. "What about a job here? I made this thing with just some scrap metal, and I could get you guys some new stock!"
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)
O'Lean stops her at the door. "Sorry, kid, you aren't allowed back there."
The tabaxi poked her head out from behind the door. "We don't hire kids, either, don't want you cute little rascals getting killed, after all!" She went back, laughing a bit.
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.
Estelle looks a little upset. "I'll have you know, I'm 23. Just 'cause I look young doesn't mean I actually am."
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)