Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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*I'd like to continue with the Yuletide Ball. I may not be able to go for super long, so I'm a little hesitant to start a new character interaction. Tomorrow, though, I'd love to interact with Mother Misery as well!*
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)
Omori notices Georgie following her. "So, I guess Omori was my name after all." She replies, smiling.
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)
*thats fair!*
she sets down her glass of champagne. ”Oh… I-uhm… interesting. Do you… remember anything from before?”
KK thinks for a second, as if trying to recall something. "Vaguely. Grew up in a small town, made a few friends, died to a ghost. I don't really think about it much." She briefly removes her mask for a second to readjust it, showing six emerald eyes that have W-shaped pupils like those of a cuttlefish, before putting it back on. "Apologies, the mask was slipping a bit." She explains.
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 nods, "I guess my memory was correct" He grins
"Well... I say it's my name, but... It's complicated."
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)
As KK removes her mask, Aurelia recoils a bit, suddenly, her eyes widening, as if she was afraid. In her slight panic, she knocks over her glass of champagne, shattering it against the ground. She quickly hides her expression, muttering apologies as she calls over a servant to clean it. “Heh… S-Sorry.”
She looks back over at Aurelia, seeming a little surprised. "No, it's perfectly fine. A- Are you okay? You seemed a little panicked there."
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)
She collects herself, nervously chuckling.
I’m fine-…I guess… even centuries old Archfey can get startled-…” She says awkwardly.
"Complicated how?"
*Cut*
KK somewhat nervously chuckles as well. "Yeah, being surprised isn't something one can outgrow. If I may ask, startled by what? Was it something I said? If so, I am terribly sorry."
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…” she begins. “I was just a… bit shocked when you said you died by the hands of a ghost! That’s not a story you see every day… eighteen something years ago, I played a lead role in an opera about a woman being hunted down by the ghost of her ex lover. I’m a bit of an actor…” (deception: 14)
*Apologies for the delay*
"Really? How fascinating ." KK replies, not buying her lie at all. "I'd love to hear more about that, but first I'd like to know the real reason why you were shocked. Don't worry, whatever it is, it ain't going to hurt my feelings."
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)
"Well, I... I was named after someone else. That someone else was the one who 'created' me, for lack of better terms, and turned out to be a pretty horrible person.". She explains. "But, it's the only name I've ever had, and I haven't found any I thought fit better yet, so it's the name I've got for now."
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)
(is anyone on?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
She pauses for a moment, taking in a deep breath. “I-I’m sorry… I was a small bit shocked when I… when I saw your face.” She mutters. She waits right when the servant cleaning up the glass is out of earshot to say it.
"Didn't quite look like the picture you had in mind? Well, I kinda have been wearing a featureless mask this whole time, so I get why it's surprising." She chuckles a little bit, doffing the mask once more and letting it hang loosely by its string around her neck.
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)
“Again… I am so terribly sorry about that… but now that I can see your face, you have… quite pretty eyes. Like that of a cephalopod’s! We have an abundance of sea creatures here, ha-ha.” she says, a small bit awkwardly.
She chuckles a bit, nervously smiling, blushing a faint blue around her cheeks. "I- er- Thank you, your grace." She replies somewhat awkwardly, struggling a bit to form her words.
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)
She stays silent for a few moments. Without changing her expression, she mutters, “I-… just-… forget about that, sorry…” she looks to the servant, as if trying to gauge if they heard any of that. “Lets move on.”