After a short while of walking, Flit comes across a large building, almost looking like a factory. A timid-looking fly sits at a desk outside.
Flit slowly approaches the fly.
They look surprised. "Oh, a visitor! I- I wasn't thinking we'd have visitors.... Ummm.... welcome to the Nailmaster's Guild! A-Are you here to sign up?"
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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)
After a short while of walking, Flit comes across a large building, almost looking like a factory. A timid-looking fly sits at a desk outside.
Flit slowly approaches the fly.
They look surprised. "Oh, a visitor! I- I wasn't thinking we'd have visitors.... Ummm.... welcome to the Nailmaster's Guild! A-Are you here to sign up?"
"I am." Flit looks up to the building. "How many members are there?"
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After a short while of walking, Flit comes across a large building, almost looking like a factory. A timid-looking fly sits at a desk outside.
Flit slowly approaches the fly.
They look surprised. "Oh, a visitor! I- I wasn't thinking we'd have visitors.... Ummm.... welcome to the Nailmaster's Guild! A-Are you here to sign up?"
"I am." Flit looks up to the building. "How many members are there?"
"Well, across the kingdoms, t-there's hundreds! Just here, though, we- we only have eight." They look around for a brief moment. "Oh, sorry. You wanted to join, right?... R-Right this way." They pull a lever in the wall, and the doors of the great factory open with a loud groan of metal on stone.
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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)
After a short while of walking, Flit comes across a large building, almost looking like a factory. A timid-looking fly sits at a desk outside.
Flit slowly approaches the fly.
They look surprised. "Oh, a visitor! I- I wasn't thinking we'd have visitors.... Ummm.... welcome to the Nailmaster's Guild! A-Are you here to sign up?"
"I am." Flit looks up to the building. "How many members are there?"
"Well, across the kingdoms, t-there's hundreds! Just here, though, we- we only have eight." They look around for a brief moment. "Oh, sorry. You wanted to join, right?... R-Right this way." They pull a lever in the wall, and the doors of the great factory open with a loud groan of metal on stone.
"Eight? For just this area?" Flit walked up to the doors and peered inside.
Perception, in case: 16
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After a short while of walking, Flit comes across a large building, almost looking like a factory. A timid-looking fly sits at a desk outside.
Flit slowly approaches the fly.
They look surprised. "Oh, a visitor! I- I wasn't thinking we'd have visitors.... Ummm.... welcome to the Nailmaster's Guild! A-Are you here to sign up?"
"I am." Flit looks up to the building. "How many members are there?"
"Well, across the kingdoms, t-there's hundreds! Just here, though, we- we only have eight." They look around for a brief moment. "Oh, sorry. You wanted to join, right?... R-Right this way." They pull a lever in the wall, and the doors of the great factory open with a loud groan of metal on stone.
"Eight? For just this area?" Flit walked up to the doors and peered inside.
Perception, in case: 27
"Yeah. W-We had more, but they went to another outpost to deal with something. They... didn't come back."
Inside the factory, one wall is entirely lined with forges, anvils, and various smith's tools. Towards the back of the outpost, several different Nails and other blades line the walls, and training dummies made of woven grass stand in various positions. A lone centipede sharpens his nail near one of the forges.
"M-Mr. Solomon? We have a-a new recruit here." They turn back to the door. "G-Good luck, new guy."
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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)
After a short while of walking, Flit comes across a large building, almost looking like a factory. A timid-looking fly sits at a desk outside.
Flit slowly approaches the fly.
They look surprised. "Oh, a visitor! I- I wasn't thinking we'd have visitors.... Ummm.... welcome to the Nailmaster's Guild! A-Are you here to sign up?"
"I am." Flit looks up to the building. "How many members are there?"
"Well, across the kingdoms, t-there's hundreds! Just here, though, we- we only have eight." They look around for a brief moment. "Oh, sorry. You wanted to join, right?... R-Right this way." They pull a lever in the wall, and the doors of the great factory open with a loud groan of metal on stone.
"Eight? For just this area?" Flit walked up to the doors and peered inside.
Perception, in case: 27
"Yeah. W-We had more, but they went to another outpost to deal with something. They... didn't come back."
Inside the factory, one wall is entirely lined with forges, anvils, and various smith's tools. Towards the back of the outpost, several different Nails and other blades line the walls, and training dummies made of woven grass stand in various positions. A lone centipede sharpens his nail near one of the forges.
"M-Mr. Solomon? We have a-a new recruit here." They turn back to the door. "G-Good luck, new guy."
"Thank you." Flit takes some steps slowly inside, looking over to the centipede. "Are you Mr. Solomon?"
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After a short while of walking, Flit comes across a large building, almost looking like a factory. A timid-looking fly sits at a desk outside.
Flit slowly approaches the fly.
They look surprised. "Oh, a visitor! I- I wasn't thinking we'd have visitors.... Ummm.... welcome to the Nailmaster's Guild! A-Are you here to sign up?"
"I am." Flit looks up to the building. "How many members are there?"
"Well, across the kingdoms, t-there's hundreds! Just here, though, we- we only have eight." They look around for a brief moment. "Oh, sorry. You wanted to join, right?... R-Right this way." They pull a lever in the wall, and the doors of the great factory open with a loud groan of metal on stone.
"Eight? For just this area?" Flit walked up to the doors and peered inside.
Perception, in case: 27
"Yeah. W-We had more, but they went to another outpost to deal with something. They... didn't come back."
Inside the factory, one wall is entirely lined with forges, anvils, and various smith's tools. Towards the back of the outpost, several different Nails and other blades line the walls, and training dummies made of woven grass stand in various positions. A lone centipede sharpens his nail near one of the forges.
"M-Mr. Solomon? We have a-a new recruit here." They turn back to the door. "G-Good luck, new guy."
"Thank you." Flit takes some steps slowly inside, looking over to the centipede. "Are you Mr. Solomon?"
"I am. Now, you want to join the Guild, eh?" Solomon gets to his feet, and starts walking in circles around you. "You got a name, recruit?"
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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)
After a short while of walking, Flit comes across a large building, almost looking like a factory. A timid-looking fly sits at a desk outside.
Flit slowly approaches the fly.
They look surprised. "Oh, a visitor! I- I wasn't thinking we'd have visitors.... Ummm.... welcome to the Nailmaster's Guild! A-Are you here to sign up?"
"I am." Flit looks up to the building. "How many members are there?"
"Well, across the kingdoms, t-there's hundreds! Just here, though, we- we only have eight." They look around for a brief moment. "Oh, sorry. You wanted to join, right?... R-Right this way." They pull a lever in the wall, and the doors of the great factory open with a loud groan of metal on stone.
"Eight? For just this area?" Flit walked up to the doors and peered inside.
Perception, in case: 27
"Yeah. W-We had more, but they went to another outpost to deal with something. They... didn't come back."
Inside the factory, one wall is entirely lined with forges, anvils, and various smith's tools. Towards the back of the outpost, several different Nails and other blades line the walls, and training dummies made of woven grass stand in various positions. A lone centipede sharpens his nail near one of the forges.
"M-Mr. Solomon? We have a-a new recruit here." They turn back to the door. "G-Good luck, new guy."
"Thank you." Flit takes some steps slowly inside, looking over to the centipede. "Are you Mr. Solomon?"
"I am. Now, you want to join the Guild, eh?" Solomon gets to his feet, and starts walking in circles around you. "You got a name, recruit?"
"Flit. Yes, I do."
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After a short while of walking, Flit comes across a large building, almost looking like a factory. A timid-looking fly sits at a desk outside.
Flit slowly approaches the fly.
They look surprised. "Oh, a visitor! I- I wasn't thinking we'd have visitors.... Ummm.... welcome to the Nailmaster's Guild! A-Are you here to sign up?"
"I am." Flit looks up to the building. "How many members are there?"
"Well, across the kingdoms, t-there's hundreds! Just here, though, we- we only have eight." They look around for a brief moment. "Oh, sorry. You wanted to join, right?... R-Right this way." They pull a lever in the wall, and the doors of the great factory open with a loud groan of metal on stone.
"Eight? For just this area?" Flit walked up to the doors and peered inside.
Perception, in case: 27
"Yeah. W-We had more, but they went to another outpost to deal with something. They... didn't come back."
Inside the factory, one wall is entirely lined with forges, anvils, and various smith's tools. Towards the back of the outpost, several different Nails and other blades line the walls, and training dummies made of woven grass stand in various positions. A lone centipede sharpens his nail near one of the forges.
"M-Mr. Solomon? We have a-a new recruit here." They turn back to the door. "G-Good luck, new guy."
"Thank you." Flit takes some steps slowly inside, looking over to the centipede. "Are you Mr. Solomon?"
"I am. Now, you want to join the Guild, eh?" Solomon gets to his feet, and starts walking in circles around you. "You got a name, recruit?"
"Flit. Yes, I do."
"Alright. You're in." Solomon eyes the swords under Flit's wings. "But first, let's see how good with Nails you are. You ever used a Nail?"
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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)
After a short while of walking, Flit comes across a large building, almost looking like a factory. A timid-looking fly sits at a desk outside.
Flit slowly approaches the fly.
They look surprised. "Oh, a visitor! I- I wasn't thinking we'd have visitors.... Ummm.... welcome to the Nailmaster's Guild! A-Are you here to sign up?"
"I am." Flit looks up to the building. "How many members are there?"
"Well, across the kingdoms, t-there's hundreds! Just here, though, we- we only have eight." They look around for a brief moment. "Oh, sorry. You wanted to join, right?... R-Right this way." They pull a lever in the wall, and the doors of the great factory open with a loud groan of metal on stone.
"Eight? For just this area?" Flit walked up to the doors and peered inside.
Perception, in case: 27
"Yeah. W-We had more, but they went to another outpost to deal with something. They... didn't come back."
Inside the factory, one wall is entirely lined with forges, anvils, and various smith's tools. Towards the back of the outpost, several different Nails and other blades line the walls, and training dummies made of woven grass stand in various positions. A lone centipede sharpens his nail near one of the forges.
"M-Mr. Solomon? We have a-a new recruit here." They turn back to the door. "G-Good luck, new guy."
"Thank you." Flit takes some steps slowly inside, looking over to the centipede. "Are you Mr. Solomon?"
"I am. Now, you want to join the Guild, eh?" Solomon gets to his feet, and starts walking in circles around you. "You got a name, recruit?"
"Flit. Yes, I do."
"Alright. You're in." Solomon eyes the swords under Flit's wings. "But first, let's see how good with Nails you are. You ever used a Nail?"
Flit's wings open up fully, and they draw two Nails with their lower set of arms. A broken bow hangs from their shoulders. "I have."
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After a short while of walking, Flit comes across a large building, almost looking like a factory. A timid-looking fly sits at a desk outside.
Flit slowly approaches the fly.
They look surprised. "Oh, a visitor! I- I wasn't thinking we'd have visitors.... Ummm.... welcome to the Nailmaster's Guild! A-Are you here to sign up?"
"I am." Flit looks up to the building. "How many members are there?"
"Well, across the kingdoms, t-there's hundreds! Just here, though, we- we only have eight." They look around for a brief moment. "Oh, sorry. You wanted to join, right?... R-Right this way." They pull a lever in the wall, and the doors of the great factory open with a loud groan of metal on stone.
"Eight? For just this area?" Flit walked up to the doors and peered inside.
Perception, in case: 27
"Yeah. W-We had more, but they went to another outpost to deal with something. They... didn't come back."
Inside the factory, one wall is entirely lined with forges, anvils, and various smith's tools. Towards the back of the outpost, several different Nails and other blades line the walls, and training dummies made of woven grass stand in various positions. A lone centipede sharpens his nail near one of the forges.
"M-Mr. Solomon? We have a-a new recruit here." They turn back to the door. "G-Good luck, new guy."
"Thank you." Flit takes some steps slowly inside, looking over to the centipede. "Are you Mr. Solomon?"
"I am. Now, you want to join the Guild, eh?" Solomon gets to his feet, and starts walking in circles around you. "You got a name, recruit?"
"Flit. Yes, I do."
"Alright. You're in." Solomon eyes the swords under Flit's wings. "But first, let's see how good with Nails you are. You ever used a Nail?"
Flit's wings open up fully, and they draw two Nails with their lower set of arms. A broken bow hangs from their shoulders. "I have."
"Slow down there, rookie. Don't draw those weapons just yet." Solomon walks over to the wall of Nails, grabs two wooden ones about the same size as yours, and holds them out to you. "Try practicing with these on that old dummy over there." He points over to one of the woven grass dummies.
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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)
After a short while of walking, Flit comes across a large building, almost looking like a factory. A timid-looking fly sits at a desk outside.
Flit slowly approaches the fly.
They look surprised. "Oh, a visitor! I- I wasn't thinking we'd have visitors.... Ummm.... welcome to the Nailmaster's Guild! A-Are you here to sign up?"
"I am." Flit looks up to the building. "How many members are there?"
"Well, across the kingdoms, t-there's hundreds! Just here, though, we- we only have eight." They look around for a brief moment. "Oh, sorry. You wanted to join, right?... R-Right this way." They pull a lever in the wall, and the doors of the great factory open with a loud groan of metal on stone.
"Eight? For just this area?" Flit walked up to the doors and peered inside.
Perception, in case: 27
"Yeah. W-We had more, but they went to another outpost to deal with something. They... didn't come back."
Inside the factory, one wall is entirely lined with forges, anvils, and various smith's tools. Towards the back of the outpost, several different Nails and other blades line the walls, and training dummies made of woven grass stand in various positions. A lone centipede sharpens his nail near one of the forges.
"M-Mr. Solomon? We have a-a new recruit here." They turn back to the door. "G-Good luck, new guy."
"Thank you." Flit takes some steps slowly inside, looking over to the centipede. "Are you Mr. Solomon?"
"I am. Now, you want to join the Guild, eh?" Solomon gets to his feet, and starts walking in circles around you. "You got a name, recruit?"
"Flit. Yes, I do."
"Alright. You're in." Solomon eyes the swords under Flit's wings. "But first, let's see how good with Nails you are. You ever used a Nail?"
Flit's wings open up fully, and they draw two Nails with their lower set of arms. A broken bow hangs from their shoulders. "I have."
"Slow down there, rookie. Don't draw those weapons just yet." Solomon walks over to the wall of Nails, grabs two wooden ones about the same size as yours, and holds them out to you. "Try practicing with these on that old dummy over there." He points over to one of the woven grass dummies.
Flit sheathes the Nails and grabs the two wooden ones. They walk over to the dummy and hits it a couple times.
16 to hit
26 to hit
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After a short while of walking, Flit comes across a large building, almost looking like a factory. A timid-looking fly sits at a desk outside.
Flit slowly approaches the fly.
They look surprised. "Oh, a visitor! I- I wasn't thinking we'd have visitors.... Ummm.... welcome to the Nailmaster's Guild! A-Are you here to sign up?"
"I am." Flit looks up to the building. "How many members are there?"
"Well, across the kingdoms, t-there's hundreds! Just here, though, we- we only have eight." They look around for a brief moment. "Oh, sorry. You wanted to join, right?... R-Right this way." They pull a lever in the wall, and the doors of the great factory open with a loud groan of metal on stone.
"Eight? For just this area?" Flit walked up to the doors and peered inside.
Perception, in case: 27
"Yeah. W-We had more, but they went to another outpost to deal with something. They... didn't come back."
Inside the factory, one wall is entirely lined with forges, anvils, and various smith's tools. Towards the back of the outpost, several different Nails and other blades line the walls, and training dummies made of woven grass stand in various positions. A lone centipede sharpens his nail near one of the forges.
"M-Mr. Solomon? We have a-a new recruit here." They turn back to the door. "G-Good luck, new guy."
"Thank you." Flit takes some steps slowly inside, looking over to the centipede. "Are you Mr. Solomon?"
"I am. Now, you want to join the Guild, eh?" Solomon gets to his feet, and starts walking in circles around you. "You got a name, recruit?"
"Flit. Yes, I do."
"Alright. You're in." Solomon eyes the swords under Flit's wings. "But first, let's see how good with Nails you are. You ever used a Nail?"
Flit's wings open up fully, and they draw two Nails with their lower set of arms. A broken bow hangs from their shoulders. "I have."
"Slow down there, rookie. Don't draw those weapons just yet." Solomon walks over to the wall of Nails, grabs two wooden ones about the same size as yours, and holds them out to you. "Try practicing with these on that old dummy over there." He points over to one of the woven grass dummies.
Flit sheathes the Nails and grabs the two wooden ones. They walk over to the dummy and hits it a couple times.
27 to hit
11 to hit
You send dried grass stuffing flying out of the dummy with your first strike, and masterfully stab at the hole your first blow left. Solomon nods approvingly. "Very good. Clearly, you're no rookie at this. Maybe the dummies are a bit too little for you.... Hmmm....." Solomon places his Greatnail on the wall, and grabs a wooden training one (training nails don't do damage, the attack roll determines the severity of the strike).
"Now, let's see if you can hold your own in a good ol' fashioned sparring match. I'll let you go first."
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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 no longer perform for the Troupe...." Vikar puts away the oil flask. "Because I surpassed them. I climbed up the ranks of the Troupe until I was at the top. Now, I'm the right hand to the Mistress, who runs the operation around the Carnival."
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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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After a short while of walking, Flit comes across a large building, almost looking like a factory. A timid-looking fly sits at a desk outside.
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)
Flit slowly approaches the fly.
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They look surprised. "Oh, a visitor! I- I wasn't thinking we'd have visitors.... Ummm.... welcome to the Nailmaster's Guild! A-Are you here to sign up?"
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 am." Flit looks up to the building. "How many members are there?"
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"Well, across the kingdoms, t-there's hundreds! Just here, though, we- we only have eight." They look around for a brief moment. "Oh, sorry. You wanted to join, right?... R-Right this way." They pull a lever in the wall, and the doors of the great factory open with a loud groan of metal on stone.
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)
"Eight? For just this area?" Flit walked up to the doors and peered inside.
Perception, in case: 16
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I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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"Yeah. W-We had more, but they went to another outpost to deal with something. They... didn't come back."
Inside the factory, one wall is entirely lined with forges, anvils, and various smith's tools. Towards the back of the outpost, several different Nails and other blades line the walls, and training dummies made of woven grass stand in various positions. A lone centipede sharpens his nail near one of the forges.
"M-Mr. Solomon? We have a-a new recruit here." They turn back to the door. "G-Good luck, new guy."
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)
This is an Inn, not a tavern. Take your hauntings elsewhere!
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)
[[ œkæ ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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"Thank you." Flit takes some steps slowly inside, looking over to the centipede. "Are you Mr. Solomon?"
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"I am. Now, you want to join the Guild, eh?" Solomon gets to his feet, and starts walking in circles around you. "You got a name, recruit?"
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)
"Flit. Yes, I do."
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"Alright. You're in." Solomon eyes the swords under Flit's wings. "But first, let's see how good with Nails you are. You ever used a Nail?"
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)
Flit's wings open up fully, and they draw two Nails with their lower set of arms. A broken bow hangs from their shoulders. "I have."
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"Slow down there, rookie. Don't draw those weapons just yet." Solomon walks over to the wall of Nails, grabs two wooden ones about the same size as yours, and holds them out to you. "Try practicing with these on that old dummy over there." He points over to one of the woven grass dummies.
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)
Flit sheathes the Nails and grabs the two wooden ones. They walk over to the dummy and hits it a couple times.
16 to hit
26 to hit
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You send dried grass stuffing flying out of the dummy with your first strike, and masterfully stab at the hole your first blow left. Solomon nods approvingly. "Very good. Clearly, you're no rookie at this. Maybe the dummies are a bit too little for you.... Hmmm....." Solomon places his Greatnail on the wall, and grabs a wooden training one (training nails don't do damage, the attack roll determines the severity of the strike).
"Now, let's see if you can hold your own in a good ol' fashioned sparring match. I'll let you go first."
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 no longer perform for the Troupe...." Vikar puts away the oil flask. "Because I surpassed them. I climbed up the ranks of the Troupe until I was at the top. Now, I'm the right hand to the Mistress, who runs the operation around the Carnival."
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)