*Alright, I'll post a quick intro for you bouncin' boi-os*
The New Church of Light is burning with unearthly, indigo flames. The sounds of shotgun blast after shotgun blast echoes from inside. Eventually, the gunfire ceases, leaving only the crackling flames... and the smell of cooking meat.
Helianth sees the church in flames, not seeming bothered in the least at the sight. It walks into the building, not harmed by the flames (assuming they're flames that do fire damage), curious to see what's going on.
A fat, pure white demon is standing at the burning pulpit, crushing the bishop's windpipe against it. "Oh, hey there! I'll be just a minute." The high priest reaches out to Helianth, as though begging for any sort of help. "Sorry, that was rude." He twists the man's head off with a spray of gore and tosses the body into the flames. "What's the news? Here for the barbecue?"
It looks around at the carnage with no real sign of dismay, stepping over a corpse as it approaches. "Not too much news aside from what's happening here." It replies, some of its other flower heads absorbing the glow of the flames. "If I may ask, what is a 'barbeque'? I haven't heard the term before."
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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 pale oni with a dad bod and loose, casual clothing walks out of the church with a full-sized barbecue grill under one arm and several corpses under the other. He sets the grill down, then waves to the Welder. He drops the corpses, some of which seem to be alive judging by the fact that they try to squirm away. He grabs one of the runners and bashes their skull in on the barbecue before tossing them into it, indigo hellfire wreathing them as he slams it shut.
The Welder fiddles for something in his black toolbox before producing a skewer of sorts. He walks over, no fear in his step as he hands it to them.
He smiles at the Welder. "Thanks, pal!" He pats them on the shoulder. He puts his hand into a nearby flame and pulls out some alien fruits, skewering them along with some eyes and fingers. He then places that onto the grill with much more care than he did for the corpse.
The Welder nods and watches from where he sits. He seems to be making some sort of machine.
A pale oni with a dad bod and loose, casual clothing walks out of the church with a mug of coffee in one hand and a shotgun in the other, looking as though he just got up. His indigo eyes look around, calm and satisfied. He has gore and ashes all over his slippers.
She circles around them, uncontorting herself to come into visibility, the sound of bone crunching back into place as she smiles at them softly, her fangs shining brightly with blood “Hello there.” She says, her eyes predatory.
"Hey there! I was just killing my family real quick. Vampire, right?" He stretches casually, then racks his shotgun. "I've got a lot of bodies to drain before the barbecue. Would you like some? "
*I'm finally on. Unfortunately, I do not know how long I shall be on for.*
*Welcome back, friend! Wouldst thou like to rp, perchance?*
*Yes please.*
*Cool!*
Omori is walking through the snow, collecting cool rocks and such.
Donn keeps an eye on them as he works on a scarf for them.
She continues to collect cool rocks as she looks around, not straying too far from Donn. After a while, she pauses, sitting down in the snow and looking through what she's found so far.
They hand them the scarf and smiles brightly.
"W- Wow, thank you!" She cheerfully replies, donning the scarf- it's a little big, covering her face a bit, but seems more cozy than uncomfortable. "How does it look?"
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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)
His own is unnaturally warm, the smile on his face not being held in his eyes as he gives them a firm handshake.
She doesn't seem to notice, but you can hear and feel something in her hand crack. "Oh!" she pulls her hand back, shaking it as if in pain
He looks down to his own hand, a sadness appearing in his eyes “Apologies, I did not mean to cause you any harm.” He puts his hands on his legs.
"No, it's alright." she stammers. "it was already broken". she unwraps the bandages and you can see her hand is made of porcelain, articulated at every joint like a doll's. A jagged crack runs from the thumb to the wrist. "I can fix it later"
He looks at the hand curiously “Hmm, at least two people made of porcelain in this town. Curious.” He sits next to them, placing his thumb on the crack, it begins to heat up in an attempt to repair the parts by melding them back together.
The material seems magical in nature and easily repairs. "Thank you"
“Think nothing of it. Tell me if you will, what caused this?” He asks, looking up to their eyes.
"Unfortunate accident with a door." she avoids eye contact.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A pale oni with a dad bod and loose, casual clothing walks out of the church with a mug of coffee in one hand and a shotgun in the other, looking as though he just got up. His indigo eyes look around, calm and satisfied. He has gore and ashes all over his slippers.
She circles around them, uncontorting herself to come into visibility, the sound of bone crunching back into place as she smiles at them softly, her fangs shining brightly with blood “Hello there.” She says, her eyes predatory.
"Hey there! I was just killing my family real quick. Vampire, right?" He stretches casually, then racks his shotgun. "I've got a lot of bodies to drain before the barbecue. Would you like some? "
She smiles all the wider at their nonchalant demeanor, their flesh tearing to make a wider grin “I would love some, though vampire is not completely correct.” She holds out a hand to them, “Ambrosia, and who might you be?”
His own is unnaturally warm, the smile on his face not being held in his eyes as he gives them a firm handshake.
She doesn't seem to notice, but you can hear and feel something in her hand crack. "Oh!" she pulls her hand back, shaking it as if in pain
He looks down to his own hand, a sadness appearing in his eyes “Apologies, I did not mean to cause you any harm.” He puts his hands on his legs.
"No, it's alright." she stammers. "it was already broken". she unwraps the bandages and you can see her hand is made of porcelain, articulated at every joint like a doll's. A jagged crack runs from the thumb to the wrist. "I can fix it later"
He looks at the hand curiously “Hmm, at least two people made of porcelain in this town. Curious.” He sits next to them, placing his thumb on the crack, it begins to heat up in an attempt to repair the parts by melding them back together.
The material seems magical in nature and easily repairs. "Thank you"
“Think nothing of it. Tell me if you will, what caused this?” He asks, looking up to their eyes.
"Unfortunate accident with a door." she avoids eye contact.
“How terrible, if you ever need help I’d be happy to.” He stands back up, putting a hand on the hilt of his blade.
A fat, pure white demon is standing at the burning pulpit, crushing the bishop's windpipe against it. "Oh, hey there! I'll be just a minute." The high priest reaches out to Helianth, as though begging for any sort of help. "Sorry, that was rude." He twists the man's head off with a spray of gore and tosses the body into the flames. "What's the news? Here for the barbecue?"
It looks around at the carnage with no real sign of dismay, stepping over a corpse as it approaches. "Not too much news aside from what's happening here." It replies, some of its other flower heads absorbing the glow of the flames. "If I may ask, what is a 'barbeque'? I haven't heard the term before."
He chuckles warmly, kicking a squirming priest before kneeling on their chest and crushing their skull with the stock of his shotgun. "It's a sacred ritual of the Texan, one of fire and flesh. Every culture does it differently, but I like dry spices. Anyway, we all gather and feast. You seem to like the flames. Hellflame, see? Great stuff. Makes a great seasoning."
"You're very welcome." She responds. After a second, her gaze drifts back to the skulls. "You said the skulls are carved to resemble people you like and beasts you hunted, yes? Who or what are each of those skulls from?"
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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)
His own is unnaturally warm, the smile on his face not being held in his eyes as he gives them a firm handshake.
She doesn't seem to notice, but you can hear and feel something in her hand crack. "Oh!" she pulls her hand back, shaking it as if in pain
He looks down to his own hand, a sadness appearing in his eyes “Apologies, I did not mean to cause you any harm.” He puts his hands on his legs.
"No, it's alright." she stammers. "it was already broken". she unwraps the bandages and you can see her hand is made of porcelain, articulated at every joint like a doll's. A jagged crack runs from the thumb to the wrist. "I can fix it later"
He looks at the hand curiously “Hmm, at least two people made of porcelain in this town. Curious.” He sits next to them, placing his thumb on the crack, it begins to heat up in an attempt to repair the parts by melding them back together.
The material seems magical in nature and easily repairs. "Thank you"
“Think nothing of it. Tell me if you will, what caused this?” He asks, looking up to their eyes.
"Unfortunate accident with a door." she avoids eye contact.
“How terrible, if you ever need help I’d be happy to.” He stands back up, putting a hand on the hilt of his blade.
"I don't think I will." she brushes her hair out of her face. "I'm just traveling."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He smiles at the Welder. "Thanks, pal!" He pats them on the shoulder. He puts his hand into a nearby flame and pulls out some alien fruits, skewering them along with some eyes and fingers. He then places that onto the grill with much more care than he did for the corpse.
The Welder nods and watches from where he sits. He seems to be making some sort of machine.
"What's that you're making?" The demon asks, turning over the rapidly cooking kebab as he takes its temperature. "Looks neat-o."
"You're very welcome." She responds. After a second, her gaze drifts back to the skulls. "You said the skulls are carved to resemble people you like and beasts you hunted, yes? Who or what are each of those skulls from?"
“Well, each beast I encounter is most commonly resembling a canine of some kind, but some scientists and occultists have created fusions between humans and things such as horses.” He points to them “One of the mightiest foes I had ever faced, a true warrior.”
He smiles at the Welder. "Thanks, pal!" He pats them on the shoulder. He puts his hand into a nearby flame and pulls out some alien fruits, skewering them along with some eyes and fingers. He then places that onto the grill with much more care than he did for the corpse.
The Welder nods and watches from where he sits. He seems to be making some sort of machine.
"What's that you're making?" The demon asks, turning over the rapidly cooking kebab as he takes its temperature. "Looks neat-o."
"A device to trap god-like creatures. Can withhold even the old gods of the primordial age." He said "I should no, I have tested it."
His own is unnaturally warm, the smile on his face not being held in his eyes as he gives them a firm handshake.
She doesn't seem to notice, but you can hear and feel something in her hand crack. "Oh!" she pulls her hand back, shaking it as if in pain
He looks down to his own hand, a sadness appearing in his eyes “Apologies, I did not mean to cause you any harm.” He puts his hands on his legs.
"No, it's alright." she stammers. "it was already broken". she unwraps the bandages and you can see her hand is made of porcelain, articulated at every joint like a doll's. A jagged crack runs from the thumb to the wrist. "I can fix it later"
He looks at the hand curiously “Hmm, at least two people made of porcelain in this town. Curious.” He sits next to them, placing his thumb on the crack, it begins to heat up in an attempt to repair the parts by melding them back together.
The material seems magical in nature and easily repairs. "Thank you"
“Think nothing of it. Tell me if you will, what caused this?” He asks, looking up to their eyes.
"Unfortunate accident with a door." she avoids eye contact.
“How terrible, if you ever need help I’d be happy to.” He stands back up, putting a hand on the hilt of his blade.
"I don't think I will." she brushes her hair out of her face. "I'm just traveling."
“I’m quite the traveler myself, we may encounter each other again, don’t say that I won’t meet you again.”
A fat, pure white demon is standing at the burning pulpit, crushing the bishop's windpipe against it. "Oh, hey there! I'll be just a minute." The high priest reaches out to Helianth, as though begging for any sort of help. "Sorry, that was rude." He twists the man's head off with a spray of gore and tosses the body into the flames. "What's the news? Here for the barbecue?"
It looks around at the carnage with no real sign of dismay, stepping over a corpse as it approaches. "Not too much news aside from what's happening here." It replies, some of its other flower heads absorbing the glow of the flames. "If I may ask, what is a 'barbeque'? I haven't heard the term before."
He chuckles warmly, kicking a squirming priest before kneeling on their chest and crushing their skull with the stock of his shotgun. "It's a sacred ritual of the Texan, one of fire and flesh. Every culture does it differently, but I like dry spices. Anyway, we all gather and feast. You seem to like the flames. Hellflame, see? Great stuff. Makes a great seasoning."
"Interesting- Hellflame isn't a flavor I've encountered before." It responds, still unbothered. "What is your name? I don't believe we've met before."
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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)
"Hey there! I was just killing my family real quick. Vampire, right?" He stretches casually, then racks his shotgun. "I've got a lot of bodies to drain before the barbecue. Would you like some? "
She smiles all the wider at their nonchalant demeanor, their flesh tearing to make a wider grin “I would love some, though vampire is not completely correct.” She holds out a hand to them, “Ambrosia, and who might you be?”
He takes it in his gore-stained claw and shakes firmly. "Zaliastar. Pleasure to meet you, Ambrosia. Gosh, the people here are mighty nice." He speaks as though he hasn't just killed around 45 of them in quick succession.
They feel a warmth next to them, and if they look, they would see the armor, looking down at them.
He chuckles, smiling at them “Well yer right, I would call myself a dog fella.” He kisses her cheek.
It looks around at the carnage with no real sign of dismay, stepping over a corpse as it approaches. "Not too much news aside from what's happening here." It replies, some of its other flower heads absorbing the glow of the flames. "If I may ask, what is a 'barbeque'? I haven't heard the term before."
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 Welder nods and watches from where he sits. He seems to be making some sort of machine.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Hey there! I was just killing my family real quick. Vampire, right?" He stretches casually, then racks his shotgun. "I've got a lot of bodies to drain before the barbecue. Would you like some? "
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"W- Wow, thank you!" She cheerfully replies, donning the scarf- it's a little big, covering her face a bit, but seems more cozy than uncomfortable. "How does it look?"
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)
"Unfortunate accident with a door." she avoids eye contact.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
She smiles all the wider at their nonchalant demeanor, their flesh tearing to make a wider grin “I would love some, though vampire is not completely correct.” She holds out a hand to them, “Ambrosia, and who might you be?”
They blinks slowly and look up at them. They stop working.
She laughs and nods "Well this is gonna be for you."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“How terrible, if you ever need help I’d be happy to.” He stands back up, putting a hand on the hilt of his blade.
The armor burns with infernal flame within, sounding like crackling flames as Tengen walks over.
“Ya need ta stop givin’ me gifts like this, I ain’t got anythin’ back fer ya.”
He chuckles warmly, kicking a squirming priest before kneeling on their chest and crushing their skull with the stock of his shotgun. "It's a sacred ritual of the Texan, one of fire and flesh. Every culture does it differently, but I like dry spices. Anyway, we all gather and feast. You seem to like the flames. Hellflame, see? Great stuff. Makes a great seasoning."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Henry and KK*
"You're very welcome." She responds. After a second, her gaze drifts back to the skulls. "You said the skulls are carved to resemble people you like and beasts you hunted, yes? Who or what are each of those skulls from?"
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 don't think I will." she brushes her hair out of her face. "I'm just traveling."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"What's that you're making?" The demon asks, turning over the rapidly cooking kebab as he takes its temperature. "Looks neat-o."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The blink again, setting down his tools.
"I like giving gifts though."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Well, each beast I encounter is most commonly resembling a canine of some kind, but some scientists and occultists have created fusions between humans and things such as horses.” He points to them “One of the mightiest foes I had ever faced, a true warrior.”
"A device to trap god-like creatures. Can withhold even the old gods of the primordial age." He said "I should no, I have tested it."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“I’m quite the traveler myself, we may encounter each other again, don’t say that I won’t meet you again.”
"Interesting- Hellflame isn't a flavor I've encountered before." It responds, still unbothered. "What is your name? I don't believe we've met before."
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 takes it in his gore-stained claw and shakes firmly. "Zaliastar. Pleasure to meet you, Ambrosia. Gosh, the people here are mighty nice." He speaks as though he hasn't just killed around 45 of them in quick succession.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels