"Very well- I suppose there's no real point to hiding myself anyway." Her humanoid form seems to almost split open as her true body unfurls from within- a monstrosity of silvery chitin plating, twitching green eyes, shadowy miasma, and far far too many arms.
It seems to smile and opens its arms wide "Would you like a hug young one?"
She is silent for a while. "Actually, yeah, I think I would." She responds, skittering over closer towards it on her myriad arms.
It hugs her gently. It smells faintly of black raspberries and it is comfortable warm but not sticky from the amount of exposed flesh and blood.
She hugs it back with her numerous arms. There is a faint smell of caramel corn and burnt wiring that lingers around her, and she is cold to the touch. After a few seconds, she parts from the embrace. "I don't believe we've met before. Who are you?"
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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)
The Lunch Lord Dimension Doors not too far away, not even trying to hide his sugary presence. He slowly stalks a circle around the platform, singing slowly.
"They had this child, you see, Pretty little thing... Silly little nit... Had their chance for the moon on a string, Poor thing... Poor thing..."
The figures seem to watch them for a moment before one pulls an incredibly old book from their cloak and opens it. The book looks like it might turn to dust there and then but it keeps itself together. They open it and hold up the censer, the sweet smoke trickling from the holes in the metal. The circles on the stone platform begin to glow bright red, like the fires of hell may burst from the cracks in them as the figure begins to utter words in a language far too old to be known these days.
The man on the platform begins to writhe, clutching his stomach in pain. He falls to his knees as his skin begins to split open, blood and flesh pouring forth and coating the ground. Soon, he becomes an unrecognizable puddle of viscera.
From that viscera puddle, a hand extends. Its spindly finger grip on the stone as if coming out of a hole in the stone, or a portal from the blood and flesh. A body forms, pulling itself from the grotesque mess, distorted and horrid. A head like a worm with a long mouth and no lips, teeth stained with blood glittering in the candlelight. Its body is thin and horrid, soon growing bloated and round with every second. Its four sets of arms are barely held together with bones and sinew, blindly groping at its face as if in pain.
it screams...
and it screams...
and it screams.......
"How foolish..." He mumbles. He slashes a burning finger through the air, causing a similar blue, flaming cut to appear on the ritualists... and the pillars... and the trees behind the platform. The upper halves of the pillars slide off and crash to the ground, and a similar thing likely happens to the disciples if they have less than 36 HP
He walks up to the creature. "So much pain... why would they make such a thing?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Very well- I suppose there's no real point to hiding myself anyway." Her humanoid form seems to almost split open as her true body unfurls from within- a monstrosity of silvery chitin plating, twitching green eyes, shadowy miasma, and far far too many arms.
It seems to smile and opens its arms wide "Would you like a hug young one?"
She is silent for a while. "Actually, yeah, I think I would." She responds, skittering over closer towards it on her myriad arms.
It hugs her gently. It smells faintly of black raspberries and it is comfortable warm but not sticky from the amount of exposed flesh and blood.
She hugs it back with her numerous arms. There is a faint smell of caramel corn and burnt wiring that lingers around her, and she is cold to the touch. After a few seconds, she parts from the embrace. "I don't believe we've met before. Who are you?"
"I am Carrion... the creator of flesh.." It says, grasping its cloak around its body "You vaguely haunt my memory.. Who're you?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Lunch Lord Dimension Doors not too far away, not even trying to hide his sugary presence. He slowly stalks a circle around the platform, singing slowly.
"They had this child, you see, Pretty little thing... Silly little nit... Had their chance for the moon on a string, Poor thing... Poor thing..."
The figures seem to watch them for a moment before one pulls an incredibly old book from their cloak and opens it. The book looks like it might turn to dust there and then but it keeps itself together. They open it and hold up the censer, the sweet smoke trickling from the holes in the metal. The circles on the stone platform begin to glow bright red, like the fires of hell may burst from the cracks in them as the figure begins to utter words in a language far too old to be known these days.
The man on the platform begins to writhe, clutching his stomach in pain. He falls to his knees as his skin begins to split open, blood and flesh pouring forth and coating the ground. Soon, he becomes an unrecognizable puddle of viscera.
From that viscera puddle, a hand extends. Its spindly finger grip on the stone as if coming out of a hole in the stone, or a portal from the blood and flesh. A body forms, pulling itself from the grotesque mess, distorted and horrid. A head like a worm with a long mouth and no lips, teeth stained with blood glittering in the candlelight. Its body is thin and horrid, soon growing bloated and round with every second. Its four sets of arms are barely held together with bones and sinew, blindly groping at its face as if in pain.
it screams...
and it screams...
and it screams.......
"How foolish..." He mumbles. He slashes a burning finger through the air, causing a similar blue, flaming cut to appear on the ritualists... and the pillars... and the trees behind the platform. The upper halves of the pillars slide off and crash to the ground, and a similar thing likely happens to the disciples if they have less than 29 HP
He walks up to the creature. "So much pain... why would they make such a thing?"
"My children.. No no! Why would you?!" It crawls over to the figures, ripping parts of its flesh off and pressing them into the wounds and slashes. The flesh seems to move on its own, melding with the flesh of the ritualists and healing them. The figure stands up and turns to them, a shiver of rage fleetingly writhes across their flesh before a calmer aura takes over.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She is silent for a while. "Actually, yeah, I think I would." She responds, skittering over closer towards it on her myriad arms.
It hugs her gently. It smells faintly of black raspberries and it is comfortable warm but not sticky from the amount of exposed flesh and blood.
She hugs it back with her numerous arms. There is a faint smell of caramel corn and burnt wiring that lingers around her, and she is cold to the touch. After a few seconds, she parts from the embrace. "I don't believe we've met before. Who are you?"
"I am Carrion... the creator of flesh.." It says, grasping its cloak around its body "You vaguely haunt my memory.. Who're you?"
"I am The Architect, though I also go by my more informal name- KK." She responds, her mask shifting to a smiling visage.
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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 begins playing with it, tossing it from hand to hand as if it were weightless. "How entertaining!" He rips a tiny piece off and levitates it to his cupcake monstrosity, which immediately animates, shattering Felix's circle and dimming the sunlight slightly as it roars. "Even better than I expected!" He puts the curse in his pocket as if it were not even of note. "Thank you for your contribution to my project. I hate to ask, but could you get me that star you promised?" He snaps his fingers and the abomination bends down and allows him onto its shoulders.
It feels... odd. That continual hunger... is gone. Is this really happening? Is this what it's meant to feel like? The lack of hunger is more alien to it and the curse itself. The curse is gone, and yet it's still here... It's okay. It's better now.
Helianth almost doesn't notice Atticus' request, it's so disoriented by the absence of pain. "...What? Oh. Oh, right, of course. It may take a while for us to retrieve the star, but once we do, we shall deliver it to you posthaste." It responds. It is silent for a while, before it goes over to Atticus and the abomination he stands upon, hugging them both with its roots and its arms, being careful not to prick or burn either of them. "Thank you."
He nods, the Cupcake Construct hugging back. It seems to be almost immune to any damage it should be receiving. "Anything to help a student. You have much to learn, and much to give to this world. I'm all for eating, but you seemed to have it a bit bad. And to be honest? I would have accepted your offer had you just said 'please.' But the star is a nice replacement."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"How foolish..." He mumbles. He slashes a burning finger through the air, causing a similar blue, flaming cut to appear on the ritualists... and the pillars... and the trees behind the platform. The upper halves of the pillars slide off and crash to the ground, and a similar thing likely happens to the disciples if they have less than 29 HP
He walks up to the creature. "So much pain... why would they make such a thing?"
"My children.. No no! Why would you?!" It crawls over to the figures, ripping parts of its flesh off and pressing them into the wounds and slashes. The flesh seems to move on its own, melding with the flesh of the ritualists and healing them. The figure stands up and turns to them, a shiver of rage fleetingly writhes across their flesh before a calmer aura takes over.
"Those who create pain without reason are animals. Why on earth would I care for the life of an animal? There are so many of them, after all. Man is no sacred creature." He speaks in a lecturing tone, returning to his circling movements.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He begins playing with it, tossing it from hand to hand as if it were weightless. "How entertaining!" He rips a tiny piece off and levitates it to his cupcake monstrosity, which immediately animates, shattering Felix's circle and dimming the sunlight slightly as it roars. "Even better than I expected!" He puts the curse in his pocket as if it were not even of note. "Thank you for your contribution to my project. I hate to ask, but could you get me that star you promised?" He snaps his fingers and the abomination bends down and allows him onto its shoulders.
It feels... odd. That continual hunger... is gone. Is this really happening? Is this what it's meant to feel like? The lack of hunger is more alien to it and the curse itself. The curse is gone, and yet it's still here... It's okay. It's better now.
Helianth almost doesn't notice Atticus' request, it's so disoriented by the absence of pain. "...What? Oh. Oh, right, of course. It may take a while for us to retrieve the star, but once we do, we shall deliver it to you posthaste." It responds. It is silent for a while, before it goes over to Atticus and the abomination he stands upon, hugging them both with its roots and its arms, being careful not to prick or burn either of them. "Thank you."
He nods, the Cupcake Construct hugging back. It seems to be almost immune to any damage it should be receiving. "Anything to help a student. You have much to learn, and much to give to this world. I'm all for eating, but you seemed to have it a bit bad. And to be honest? I would have accepted your offer had you just said 'please.' But the star is a nice replacement."
"And here I was beginning to think I had things figured out." It chuckles a bit to itself. "I cannot thank you enough... If I may ask, what is it you plan to do with my curse?"
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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)
She is silent for a while. "Actually, yeah, I think I would." She responds, skittering over closer towards it on her myriad arms.
It hugs her gently. It smells faintly of black raspberries and it is comfortable warm but not sticky from the amount of exposed flesh and blood.
She hugs it back with her numerous arms. There is a faint smell of caramel corn and burnt wiring that lingers around her, and she is cold to the touch. After a few seconds, she parts from the embrace. "I don't believe we've met before. Who are you?"
"I am Carrion... the creator of flesh.." It says, grasping its cloak around its body "You vaguely haunt my memory.. Who're you?"
"I am The Architect, though I also go by my more informal name- KK." She responds, her mask shifting to a smiling visage.
"A pleasure to meet you, both as the Architect and as KK." It bows, its bones creaking as it does.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He nods, the Cupcake Construct hugging back. It seems to be almost immune to any damage it should be receiving. "Anything to help a student. You have much to learn, and much to give to this world. I'm all for eating, but you seemed to have it a bit bad. And to be honest? I would have accepted your offer had you just said 'please.' But the star is a nice replacement."
"And here I was beginning to think I had things figured out." It chuckles a bit to itself. "I cannot thank you enough... If I may ask, what is it you plan to do with my curse?"
"Well, I always wondered if I could get the rich to eat each other..." He chuckles the same. "But of course, war machines aren't a bad move either. Not for assault, I do that on my own. Constructs are too... what's the word? Sloppy. Too many bodies, too much noise. If I want someone dead, I kill them myself unless someone actually wants to join me."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She chuckles a bit to herself. "I just want to be prepared for any scenario. I mean, we're going to an observatory we've never heard of before that's miles from here and possibly up in the mountains- I'd rather we be over-prepared than under-prepared."
It looks down at the ichor staining its hands, silent for a long while, shaking slightly in fear. "...I'm... I'm so sorry, Tim..." It stutters, moving slightly away from him, scared of itself.
He sits down and waits for them to finish up, "Oh, and if you want to get there fast you're going to have to climb onto my back, that or I could princess carry you the whole way there. Either one if fine with me."
Tim grabs them by one of the tendril like legs so they cant run away, looking back up to them, wiping away the blood that flows from their nose "D-don't go... I... I wanna help still... I don't know if I can, but I wanna try."
"Oh, right... Hold on a second." She rustles through the bag, taking out a few of the supplies so it's not ridiculously overstuffed. "There we go- now it shouldn't be too much to carry. Don't worry, I still kept the essentials. Oh, and either way is fine with me as well." She continues, slinging the bag over her shoulder.
It stops, silent for a long while. "...Okay... I won't go, then..." It moves back to beside him. "I just... you're the only kid I've ever had... I don't wan't to hurt you... I don't want it to hurt you."
*Again, no apologies are necessary. Here you go!*
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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)
"How foolish..." He mumbles. He slashes a burning finger through the air, causing a similar blue, flaming cut to appear on the ritualists... and the pillars... and the trees behind the platform. The upper halves of the pillars slide off and crash to the ground, and a similar thing likely happens to the disciples if they have less than 29 HP
He walks up to the creature. "So much pain... why would they make such a thing?"
"My children.. No no! Why would you?!" It crawls over to the figures, ripping parts of its flesh off and pressing them into the wounds and slashes. The flesh seems to move on its own, melding with the flesh of the ritualists and healing them. The figure stands up and turns to them, a shiver of rage fleetingly writhes across their flesh before a calmer aura takes over.
"Those who create pain without reason are animals. Why on earth would I care for the life of an animal? There are so many of them, after all. Man is no sacred creature." He speaks in a lecturing tone, returning to his circling movements.
"They are all sacred, at least to me they are.." He says, his teeth clicking "You may think one way but I think another."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She chuckles a bit to herself. "I just want to be prepared for any scenario. I mean, we're going to an observatory we've never heard of before that's miles from here and possibly up in the mountains- I'd rather we be over-prepared than under-prepared."
It looks down at the ichor staining its hands, silent for a long while, shaking slightly in fear. "...I'm... I'm so sorry, Tim..." It stutters, moving slightly away from him, scared of itself.
He sits down and waits for them to finish up, "Oh, and if you want to get there fast you're going to have to climb onto my back, that or I could princess carry you the whole way there. Either one if fine with me."
Tim grabs them by one of the tendril like legs so they cant run away, looking back up to them, wiping away the blood that flows from their nose "D-don't go... I... I wanna help still... I don't know if I can, but I wanna try."
"Oh, right... Hold on a second." She rustles through the bag, taking out a few of the supplies so it's not ridiculously overstuffed. "There we go- now it shouldn't be too much to carry. Don't worry, I still kept the essentials. Oh, and either way is fine with me as well." She continues, slinging the bag over her shoulder.
It stops, silent for a long while. "...Okay... I won't go, then..." It moves back to beside him. "I just... you're the only kid I've ever had... I don't wan't to hurt you... I don't want it to hurt you."
*Again, no apologies are necessary. Here you go!*
He walks back over to them, picking them up, Princess carry style and speeding off like a lightning bolt, turning corners quickly and getting them out of the Orphanage beginning to run them towards the Observatory, his feet moving so fast they are both a blur, occasionally, he looks down at them in his arms.
They nod, crawling up the side of them, clinging to them as much as they can, looking up at them, "It's... it's okay... I just want you to be better... you'll end up being better... I promise..." They are still crying.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"I am Carrion... the creator of flesh.." It says, grasping its cloak around its body "You vaguely haunt my memory.. Who're you?"
"I am The Architect, though I also go by my more informal name- KK." She responds, her mask shifting to a smiling visage.
"A pleasure to meet you, both as the Architect and as KK." It bows, its bones creaking as it does.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Carrion." She bows as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "You said I vaguely haunted your memory. How did you first know 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)
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She hugs it back with her numerous arms. There is a faint smell of caramel corn and burnt wiring that lingers around her, and she is cold to the touch. After a few seconds, she parts from the embrace. "I don't believe we've met before. Who are you?"
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)
"How foolish..." He mumbles. He slashes a burning finger through the air, causing a similar blue, flaming cut to appear on the ritualists... and the pillars... and the trees behind the platform. The upper halves of the pillars slide off and crash to the ground, and a similar thing likely happens to the disciples if they have less than 36 HP
He walks up to the creature. "So much pain... why would they make such a thing?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I am Carrion... the creator of flesh.." It says, grasping its cloak around its body "You vaguely haunt my memory.. Who're you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"My children.. No no! Why would you?!" It crawls over to the figures, ripping parts of its flesh off and pressing them into the wounds and slashes. The flesh seems to move on its own, melding with the flesh of the ritualists and healing them. The figure stands up and turns to them, a shiver of rage fleetingly writhes across their flesh before a calmer aura takes over.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I am The Architect, though I also go by my more informal name- KK." She responds, her mask shifting to a smiling visage.
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, the Cupcake Construct hugging back. It seems to be almost immune to any damage it should be receiving. "Anything to help a student. You have much to learn, and much to give to this world. I'm all for eating, but you seemed to have it a bit bad. And to be honest? I would have accepted your offer had you just said 'please.' But the star is a nice replacement."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Those who create pain without reason are animals. Why on earth would I care for the life of an animal? There are so many of them, after all. Man is no sacred creature." He speaks in a lecturing tone, returning to his circling movements.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm sorry for leaving again, but I am back if anyone wants to rp, I am able to again now.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"And here I was beginning to think I had things figured out." It chuckles a bit to itself. "I cannot thank you enough... If I may ask, what is it you plan to do with my curse?"
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 would be happy to RP with you! I just introed the Lunch Lord, and he's starting out pretty evil.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hello Baalze, I don't know who I would use to interact with the Lunch Lord, for which I am sorry.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Welcome back, friend! Would you like to continue where we last left off?*
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)
*If you want to, again I'm sorry for leaving, and disappointing you once more.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"A pleasure to meet you, both as the Architect and as KK." It bows, its bones creaking as it does.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well, I always wondered if I could get the rich to eat each other..." He chuckles the same. "But of course, war machines aren't a bad move either. Not for assault, I do that on my own. Constructs are too... what's the word? Sloppy. Too many bodies, too much noise. If I want someone dead, I kill them myself unless someone actually wants to join me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Again, no apologies are necessary. Here you go!*
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)
"They are all sacred, at least to me they are.." He says, his teeth clicking "You may think one way but I think another."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*How about Uzui?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He walks back over to them, picking them up, Princess carry style and speeding off like a lightning bolt, turning corners quickly and getting them out of the Orphanage beginning to run them towards the Observatory, his feet moving so fast they are both a blur, occasionally, he looks down at them in his arms.
They nod, crawling up the side of them, clinging to them as much as they can, looking up at them, "It's... it's okay... I just want you to be better... you'll end up being better... I promise..." They are still crying.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Carrion." She bows as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "You said I vaguely haunted your memory. How did you first know 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)