"That makes sense. I'd have to get a surgeon, a machinist, and an occultist out here. And probably a botanist."
"Good idea. I imagine such a task would require careful precision. I'm not sure if any cut-off parts of me will regenerate, and I'm not entirely sure it's worth it to test that."
"Maybe I could hire an Azer for this. Any cuts would be likely to explode quite violently with an incredible amount of flame. Devils would actually work better, I think. They tend to have all the skills necessary due to their promotion system and, of course, the Goetian Nobility."
*I'd love to rp with you, if you wish! Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
*Uhhh I suppose Healenth? (I know I spelled that wrong, I am so sorry) And KK*
*Sure thing! Here ya go!*
There is an odd presence around the teleportation circle outside the Inn. Something powerful is on the other side.
KK is stitching together more Mannequins, incorporating wiring and speakers taken from radio systems into their designs in an attempt to allow them to speak.
Thorne appears beside it, magically appearing in a cloud of mist. The inspector looks around, his eyes narrowing at the sight.
Stroth appears and grins madly "KK~" he says in a sing-songy voice.
The teleportation circle seems fully functional: It itself is nothing out of the ordinary- well, as far as magical teleportation goes. The presence is stronger as he approaches... something distinctly aberrant.
KK pauses her work and looks over at him, grinning ear to ear in an unnervingly literal sense. "Hi, Stroth!" She cheerfully replies.
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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)
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
He sighs in relief and cuddles a bit closer. "I love you, Helianth. I'm so glad you're happy."
"I love you too, Felix." It responds, trying to move some of its roots to hold him, but not being able to.
"I already have some plans on how to free you. Maybe we could incorporate the ship into you permanently, so you'd be able to travel the stars on your own."
"...I think I'd like to be cut free from the ship, actually. If that's possible." It says. "I'd hate to go back to being rooted in one place forever. Can you help me with that?"
He nods, looking around for a knife, grabbing one on the nearby medical table before beginning to slowly and arduously cut them free of the ship itself with the small knife “Being a god… sounds really cool…”
It's a herculean task to try and separate this sprawling Elder Evil from the walls it has grown into. The small knife has some difficulty sawing through the films of flesh that connect the two- let alone the occasional spots of metal plating-, and it has spread throughout the entire Spelljammer like a horrific and powerful slime mold. He does make steady, albeit painfully slow, progress.
He’s patient enough to keep trying, that is until the blade breaks from the strain. He closes his eyes, attempting to harness the power he knows he has at least a little bit of, and tries to repair the knife, in his efforts he accidentally improves the knife, infusing a large bit of power into it, shining with brilliant light.
Helianth seams impressed, having watched him infuse the blade with power. "How curious... you made the blade stronger than it was before. How did you do that?"
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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)
"That makes sense. I'd have to get a surgeon, a machinist, and an occultist out here. And probably a botanist."
"Good idea. I imagine such a task would require careful precision. I'm not sure if any cut-off parts of me will regenerate, and I'm not entirely sure it's worth it to test that."
"Maybe I could hire an Azer for this. Any cuts would be likely to explode quite violently with an incredible amount of flame. Devils would actually work better, I think. They tend to have all the skills necessary due to their promotion system and, of course, the Goetian Nobility."
"...Something just occurred to me. Whoever we find for the job will likely need to be someone who isn't immediately terrified of... well, of me."
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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)
He sighs in relief and cuddles a bit closer. "I love you, Helianth. I'm so glad you're happy."
"I love you too, Felix." It responds, trying to move some of its roots to hold him, but not being able to.
"I already have some plans on how to free you. Maybe we could incorporate the ship into you permanently, so you'd be able to travel the stars on your own."
"...I think I'd like to be cut free from the ship, actually. If that's possible." It says. "I'd hate to go back to being rooted in one place forever. Can you help me with that?"
He nods, looking around for a knife, grabbing one on the nearby medical table before beginning to slowly and arduously cut them free of the ship itself with the small knife “Being a god… sounds really cool…”
It's a herculean task to try and separate this sprawling Elder Evil from the walls it has grown into. The small knife has some difficulty sawing through the films of flesh that connect the two- let alone the occasional spots of metal plating-, and it has spread throughout the entire Spelljammer like a horrific and powerful slime mold. He does make steady, albeit painfully slow, progress.
He’s patient enough to keep trying, that is until the blade breaks from the strain. He closes his eyes, attempting to harness the power he knows he has at least a little bit of, and tries to repair the knife, in his efforts he accidentally improves the knife, infusing a large bit of power into it, shining with brilliant light.
Helianth seams impressed, having watched him infuse the blade with power. "How curious... you made the blade stronger than it was before. How did you do that?"
He opens his eyes, looking at the knife with awe that not only is it fixed, it’s much better than before “How did I do that?” He asks to himself before continuing to cut through the vines, now like butter.
He cuts through more of the sinew and membrane and metal and roots with utmost ease. But after a while.
"Wait, stop. Don't cut any further." Helianth says, with concern in its voice. "The membranes were safe to cut, but the tendrils go into the walls of the vessel. If you were to cut them free, it would release energy from the stars I've consumed- the ship would be destroyed along with us."
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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)
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
He cuts through more of the sinew and membrane and metal and roots with utmost ease. But after a while.
"Wait, stop. Don't cut any further." Helianth says, with concern in its voice. "The membranes were safe to cut, but the tendrils go into the walls of the vessel. If you were to cut them free, it would release energy from the stars I've consumed- the ship would be destroyed along with us."
He puts down the knife, nodding “Okay, I don’t want to do that.” He steps back, giving them the space to get off of the wall.
Merabelle is painting in her cave, thinking about how much it would cost to open an orphanage, humming a song to herself as she paints the idea.
Grimes is sitting alone in the Inn, drawing in another book he’s going to gift to The Herald, thinking about the idea of getting married soon, if ever.
Rag is working in Samaritan’s restaurant. He hasn’t been working as much recently, and he’s trying to make up for all that missed work now.
Edwin appears in the door holding a bouquet of horseshoe roses and a box of chocolates.
Herald appears behind him, grinning happily. He produces a number of things from his cloak. A heart shaped set of buttons for Grimes coat, a new scope for his rifle, and a box of chocolates.
Samaritan walks in and waves to him "Oi, heard you got a girl. Why not take the time off huh? It's Valentines after all."
Merabelle turns to look at them, gasping as she remembers what day it is. She stands up and runs over, giving them a crushing hug.
He looks up from the book as see them and their numerous gifts, smiling at the sight of them. He holds up the book to them with the crudely drawn images inside, blushing “This is all I could get fer ya.”
He waves back to them as he washes dishes “I could say the same for you Samaritan. You’re going to have a husband real soon, you should be preparing and enjoying yourself. Do you even have a best man yet?”
Merabelle is painting in her cave, thinking about how much it would cost to open an orphanage, humming a song to herself as she paints the idea.
Grimes is sitting alone in the Inn, drawing in another book he’s going to gift to The Herald, thinking about the idea of getting married soon, if ever.
Rag is working in Samaritan’s restaurant. He hasn’t been working as much recently, and he’s trying to make up for all that missed work now.
Edwin appears in the door holding a bouquet of horseshoe roses and a box of chocolates.
Herald appears behind him, grinning happily. He produces a number of things from his cloak. A heart shaped set of buttons for Grimes coat, a new scope for his rifle, and a box of chocolates.
Samaritan walks in and waves to him "Oi, heard you got a girl. Why not take the time off huh? It's Valentines after all."
Merabelle turns to look at them, gasping as she remembers what day it is. She stands up and runs over, giving them a crushing hug.
He looks up from the book as see them and their numerous gifts, smiling at the sight of them. He holds up the book to them with the crudely drawn images inside, blushing “This is all I could get fer ya.”
He waves back to them as he washes dishes “I could say the same for you Samaritan. You’re going to have a husband real soon, you should be preparing and enjoying yourself. Do you even have a best man yet?”
*Wendi?*
Edwin beams, his ears twitching as his face brightens. He smiles broadly and hugs her back.
he picks it up, his mask seeming to be unable to pick an emotion and set with it. It ends up on a golden heart-like mask, with pictures of debauchery on the front before quickly turning back into a simple silver mask. "Thank you, dear." He kisses his forehead, smiling.
"Either you or Mauric. Rio might be using Stroth or Sparrow or Felix. I have yet to do... anything really." He sighs and rubs his eyes.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I'd love to rp with you, if you wish! Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
*Uhhh I suppose Healenth? (I know I spelled that wrong, I am so sorry) And KK*
*Sure thing! Here ya go!*
There is an odd presence around the teleportation circle outside the Inn. Something powerful is on the other side.
KK is stitching together more Mannequins, incorporating wiring and speakers taken from radio systems into their designs in an attempt to allow them to speak.
Thorne appears beside it, magically appearing in a cloud of mist. The inspector looks around, his eyes narrowing at the sight.
Stroth appears and grins madly "KK~" he says in a sing-songy voice.
The teleportation circle seems fully functional: It itself is nothing out of the ordinary- well, as far as magical teleportation goes. The presence is stronger as he approaches... something distinctly aberrant.
KK pauses her work and looks over at him, grinning ear to ear in an unnervingly literal sense. "Hi, Stroth!" She cheerfully replies.
*Would you like to continue this, Wendi?*
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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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"Maybe I could hire an Azer for this. Any cuts would be likely to explode quite violently with an incredible amount of flame. Devils would actually work better, I think. They tend to have all the skills necessary due to their promotion system and, of course, the Goetian Nobility."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The teleportation circle seems fully functional: It itself is nothing out of the ordinary- well, as far as magical teleportation goes. The presence is stronger as he approaches... something distinctly aberrant.
KK pauses her work and looks over at him, grinning ear to ear in an unnervingly literal sense. "Hi, Stroth!" She cheerfully replies.
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)
(anyone want to rp)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*I would like to :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Helianth seams impressed, having watched him infuse the blade with power. "How curious... you made the blade stronger than it was before. How did you do that?"
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)
"...Something just occurred to me. Whoever we find for the job will likely need to be someone who isn't immediately terrified of... well, of me."
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)
*Who wants a strugel? Right now I have:*
*Hotel Podmorski (Gold): Ancient strugel noble turned nightmare monster*
*Felix Ambersmoke (Purple but should be Silver): Strugel noble turned monster chef*
*Aldo "Nails" Syrupsoft (Pink): Strugel workman who sells soda and ice cream while fighting the crime lords he once served*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He opens his eyes, looking at the knife with awe that not only is it fixed, it’s much better than before “How did I do that?” He asks to himself before continuing to cut through the vines, now like butter.
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*If you want to, I’d be down.*
*Okie :3 Who ya want?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Cut- literally, this time.*
He cuts through more of the sinew and membrane and metal and roots with utmost ease. But after a while.
"Wait, stop. Don't cut any further." Helianth says, with concern in its voice. "The membranes were safe to cut, but the tendrils go into the walls of the vessel. If you were to cut them free, it would release energy from the stars I've consumed- the ship would be destroyed along with us."
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)
(hi Yvonne)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Dont have a preference, sorry.*
*Okie. I shall throw these guys at you*
Wind is wandering around in the forest
R-@B!T (The new robot) is clawing their way out of the ground
Chef Grumble is drinking an unreasonable amount of beer in the Inn
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*[Picks up Chibi Angel]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He puts down the knife, nodding “Okay, I don’t want to do that.” He steps back, giving them the space to get off of the wall.
*Wendi?*
Edwin beams, his ears twitching as his face brightens. He smiles broadly and hugs her back.
he picks it up, his mask seeming to be unable to pick an emotion and set with it. It ends up on a golden heart-like mask, with pictures of debauchery on the front before quickly turning back into a simple silver mask. "Thank you, dear." He kisses his forehead, smiling.
"Either you or Mauric. Rio might be using Stroth or Sparrow or Felix. I have yet to do... anything really." He sighs and rubs his eyes.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Would you like to continue this, Wendi?*
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)