Merabelle can't tell, but something big is right behind her and makes its presence finally known by snorting out smoke from its nostrils.
She takes a deep breath, radiance spilling from her out in all directions "Whatever ya are, can ya talk?" She asks out to the presence, turning to see if she sees it.
The radiance doesn't seem to affect whatever is behind her, two large goatish gold eyes staring at her.
"Leave... This.. place."
"This place o' yers seems ta be growin', so I can't. I'm just the local druid, Merabelle." She smiles up at them, putting her hands on her hips.
Suddenly, a goatish maw is in her face, baring teeth as sharp as razors. "LEAVE. DO NOT COME BACK MISERABLE INTRUSO!" It snarls.
She looks at the fangs, wiping the spit from her face with a finger, "I heard ya the first time, an' why do ya think I would?" She asks, smiling back with fangs just as sharp that line her mouth.
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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.'
A plump man has arrived. He wears a suit made of purple velvet with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his black fur. He has a bright red tie, gloves, and spiral eyes set into his antlered, boar-like head. One look at him and his black briefcase tells you he means trouble, and plenty of it.
He opens his case sets up a chess set, setting up the pawns in a numbered order and delicately calibrating a heavily modified chess clock. He carefully places down a simple sign before lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.
Game of skill
Free to play
Win a prize based on what you wager
Non-monetary wagers accepted
Thirteen, a resident tabletop game lover, can’t help but investigate.
The stranger bows his head to Thirteen. "A fellow gamer. I spiced up the rules slightly, so I hope it will be able to entertain you. Perhaps they will even throw you off enough for me to win." He gestures to the empty seat. "How about a little bit of information to start with? Tell me something you want to learn, and I'll tell you if you win. However, if I win, I can ask you any question I want, and you must try and answer to the best of your ability. No magic involved."
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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.
Merabelle can't tell, but something big is right behind her and makes its presence finally known by snorting out smoke from its nostrils.
She takes a deep breath, radiance spilling from her out in all directions "Whatever ya are, can ya talk?" She asks out to the presence, turning to see if she sees it.
The radiance doesn't seem to affect whatever is behind her, two large goatish gold eyes staring at her.
"Leave... This.. place."
"This place o' yers seems ta be growin', so I can't. I'm just the local druid, Merabelle." She smiles up at them, putting her hands on her hips.
Suddenly, a goatish maw is in her face, baring teeth as sharp as razors. "LEAVE. DO NOT COME BACK MISERABLE INTRUSO!" It snarls.
She looks at the fangs, wiping the spit from her face with a finger, "I heard ya the first time, an' why do ya think I would?" She asks, smiling back with fangs just as sharp that line her mouth.
It opens its mouth as, from the back of its throat, golden sparks suddenly ignite a roaring burst of flame. [Make a CON save]
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A plump man has arrived. He wears a suit made of purple velvet with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his black fur. He has a bright red tie, gloves, and spiral eyes set into his antlered, boar-like head. One look at him and his black briefcase tells you he means trouble, and plenty of it.
He opens his case sets up a chess set, setting up the pawns in a numbered order and delicately calibrating a heavily modified chess clock. He carefully places down a simple sign before lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.
Game of skill
Free to play
Win a prize based on what you wager
Non-monetary wagers accepted
Helianth sees him setting up the chess board and table, curiously approaching as it takes in the scene through all its flower heads. It reads the sign, thinking for a moment as to if it will wager something for a game.
He snuffs out his cigarette and entwines his fingers, elbows on his little table. "If you need to touch up on your skills, I have some little things that will help." He picks up a long box and opens it. Inside are three items: a cigar guillotine with bandages and ointment, a pamphlet on chess rules with an almost empty roll of tape, and a stack of poker chips. Each has a price listed in chess pieces. The pamphlet costs three pawns, the chips cost five of them, and the guillotine costs a queen. "New items will be available every ten rounds."
The angel of emptiness looks over the three items, intrigued- clearly, it infers, the rules here will be a decent bit different than it remembers them being. "While these are tempting, I think I'll stick with the standard array, thank you- at the very least, for this first round." It decides, its roots coiling into themselves as it lowers to 'sit' on the opposite end of the table. "Would you like the first move, or shall I?"
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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)
Merabelle can't tell, but something big is right behind her and makes its presence finally known by snorting out smoke from its nostrils.
She takes a deep breath, radiance spilling from her out in all directions "Whatever ya are, can ya talk?" She asks out to the presence, turning to see if she sees it.
The radiance doesn't seem to affect whatever is behind her, two large goatish gold eyes staring at her.
"Leave... This.. place."
"This place o' yers seems ta be growin', so I can't. I'm just the local druid, Merabelle." She smiles up at them, putting her hands on her hips.
Suddenly, a goatish maw is in her face, baring teeth as sharp as razors. "LEAVE. DO NOT COME BACK MISERABLE INTRUSO!" It snarls.
She looks at the fangs, wiping the spit from her face with a finger, "I heard ya the first time, an' why do ya think I would?" She asks, smiling back with fangs just as sharp that line her mouth.
It opens its mouth as, from the back of its throat, golden sparks suddenly ignite a roaring burst of flame. [Make a CON save]
Con save:13
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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.'
Merabelle can't tell, but something big is right behind her and makes its presence finally known by snorting out smoke from its nostrils.
She takes a deep breath, radiance spilling from her out in all directions "Whatever ya are, can ya talk?" She asks out to the presence, turning to see if she sees it.
The radiance doesn't seem to affect whatever is behind her, two large goatish gold eyes staring at her.
"Leave... This.. place."
"This place o' yers seems ta be growin', so I can't. I'm just the local druid, Merabelle." She smiles up at them, putting her hands on her hips.
Suddenly, a goatish maw is in her face, baring teeth as sharp as razors. "LEAVE. DO NOT COME BACK MISERABLE INTRUSO!" It snarls.
She looks at the fangs, wiping the spit from her face with a finger, "I heard ya the first time, an' why do ya think I would?" She asks, smiling back with fangs just as sharp that line her mouth.
It opens its mouth as, from the back of its throat, golden sparks suddenly ignite a roaring burst of flame. [Make a CON save]
Con save:13
She is going to take 6 fire damage and get sent back 30 feet as this fiery breath knocks her backwards into a tree.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A plump man has arrived. He wears a suit made of purple velvet with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his black fur. He has a bright red tie, gloves, and spiral eyes set into his antlered, boar-like head. One look at him and his black briefcase tells you he means trouble, and plenty of it.
He opens his case sets up a chess set, setting up the pawns in a numbered order and delicately calibrating a heavily modified chess clock. He carefully places down a simple sign before lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.
Game of skill
Free to play
Win a prize based on what you wager
Non-monetary wagers accepted
Thirteen, a resident tabletop game lover, can’t help but investigate.
The stranger bows his head to Thirteen. "A fellow gamer. I spiced up the rules slightly, so I hope it will be able to entertain you. Perhaps they will even throw you off enough for me to win." He gestures to the empty seat. "How about a little bit of information to start with? Tell me something you want to learn, and I'll tell you if you win. However, if I win, I can ask you any question I want, and you must try and answer to the best of your ability. No magic involved."
Thirteen laughs a little when you call him a gamer. "Well that sounds like a good deal to me. I'm always happy to confer information anyway." He takes a seat.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Merabelle can't tell, but something big is right behind her and makes its presence finally known by snorting out smoke from its nostrils.
She takes a deep breath, radiance spilling from her out in all directions "Whatever ya are, can ya talk?" She asks out to the presence, turning to see if she sees it.
The radiance doesn't seem to affect whatever is behind her, two large goatish gold eyes staring at her.
"Leave... This.. place."
"This place o' yers seems ta be growin', so I can't. I'm just the local druid, Merabelle." She smiles up at them, putting her hands on her hips.
Suddenly, a goatish maw is in her face, baring teeth as sharp as razors. "LEAVE. DO NOT COME BACK MISERABLE INTRUSO!" It snarls.
She looks at the fangs, wiping the spit from her face with a finger, "I heard ya the first time, an' why do ya think I would?" She asks, smiling back with fangs just as sharp that line her mouth.
It opens its mouth as, from the back of its throat, golden sparks suddenly ignite a roaring burst of flame. [Make a CON save]
Con save:13
She is going to take 6 fire damage and get sent back 30 feet as this fiery breath knocks her backwards into a tree.
She dusts herself off after pushing herself back to her feet, pulling up her sleeves and cracking her knuckles “Now don’t be rude.”
He snuffs out his cigarette and entwines his fingers, elbows on his little table. "If you need to touch up on your skills, I have some little things that will help." He picks up a long box and opens it. Inside are three items: a cigar guillotine with bandages and ointment, a pamphlet on chess rules with an almost empty roll of tape, and a stack of poker chips. Each has a price listed in chess pieces. The pamphlet costs three pawns, the chips cost five of them, and the guillotine costs a queen. "New items will be available every ten rounds."
The angel of emptiness looks over the three items, intrigued- clearly, it infers, the rules here will be a decent bit different than it remembers them being. "While these are tempting, I think I'll stick with the standard array, thank you- at the very least, for this first round." It decides, its roots coiling into themselves as it lowers to 'sit' on the opposite end of the table. "Would you like the first move, or shall I?"
"It would be unfair of me to move first on our first match." He presses the button on his clock, turning Helianth's on. "Clocks are set to thirty minutes. Plenty of time for a good, old-fashion slugfest, wouldn't you say?"
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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.
Omori doesn't know it until he's right behind her, snorting out smoke.
She slowly turns around, not really afraid- she's more confused and curious than anything else. "Donn, what's happening?" She asks, talking about the golden veins of corruption around the place.
Donn snorts again "Leave.. now." He snarls but doesn't dare lay a hand on her.
"I'll leave once I know what you're trying to do here. What is this?" She responds, mustering up some courage, though she's growing somewhat scared as well.
He growls and grumbles but moves past her like a shadow "Let me wallow alone child.."
"...talking about it might help..." She mutters, her fear once again melting away, concern taking its place. "If you really want me to leave you be, though, I will."
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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)
Merabelle can't tell, but something big is right behind her and makes its presence finally known by snorting out smoke from its nostrils.
She takes a deep breath, radiance spilling from her out in all directions "Whatever ya are, can ya talk?" She asks out to the presence, turning to see if she sees it.
The radiance doesn't seem to affect whatever is behind her, two large goatish gold eyes staring at her.
"Leave... This.. place."
"This place o' yers seems ta be growin', so I can't. I'm just the local druid, Merabelle." She smiles up at them, putting her hands on her hips.
Suddenly, a goatish maw is in her face, baring teeth as sharp as razors. "LEAVE. DO NOT COME BACK MISERABLE INTRUSO!" It snarls.
She looks at the fangs, wiping the spit from her face with a finger, "I heard ya the first time, an' why do ya think I would?" She asks, smiling back with fangs just as sharp that line her mouth.
It opens its mouth as, from the back of its throat, golden sparks suddenly ignite a roaring burst of flame. [Make a CON save]
Con save:13
She is going to take 6 fire damage and get sent back 30 feet as this fiery breath knocks her backwards into a tree.
She dusts herself off after pushing herself back to her feet, pulling up her sleeves and cracking her knuckles “Now don’t be rude.”
"I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE. I WAS PATIENT. YOU ALL LEFT ME ONCE, WHY NOT JUST LEAVE ME ALONE RATHER THAN RIP AT MY STITCHES." He bellows, giant hooves scraping the ground as a massive three-headed goat makes it way from the darkness of the shadows.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Omori doesn't know it until he's right behind her, snorting out smoke.
She slowly turns around, not really afraid- she's more confused and curious than anything else. "Donn, what's happening?" She asks, talking about the golden veins of corruption around the place.
Donn snorts again "Leave.. now." He snarls but doesn't dare lay a hand on her.
"I'll leave once I know what you're trying to do here. What is this?" She responds, mustering up some courage, though she's growing somewhat scared as well.
He growls and grumbles but moves past her like a shadow "Let me wallow alone child.."
"...talking about it might help..." She mutters, her fear once again melting away, concern taking its place. "If you really want me to leave you be, though, I will."
Donn sighs as the massive three-headed goat lies down in the grass besides her "Everyone left.. everyone has left me. My friend, my children, even my beloved.. they all left me to fester and rot.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The stranger bows his head to Thirteen. "A fellow gamer. I spiced up the rules slightly, so I hope it will be able to entertain you. Perhaps they will even throw you off enough for me to win." He gestures to the empty seat. "How about a little bit of information to start with? Tell me something you want to learn, and I'll tell you if you win. However, if I win, I can ask you any question I want, and you must try and answer to the best of your ability. No magic involved."
Thirteen laughs a little when you call him a gamer. "Well that sounds like a good deal to me. I'm always happy to confer information anyway." He takes a seat.
"Wonderful. I doubt you'll have trouble remembering the rules, but just in case..." He picks up a long box and opens it. Inside are three items: a cigar guillotine with bandages and ointment, a pamphlet on chess rules with an almost empty roll of tape, and a stack of poker chips. "I have a few trinkets that could help you out, should you find them to your tastes." Each has a price listed in chess pieces. The pamphlet costs three pawns, the chips cost five of them, and the guillotine costs a queen. "New items will be available every ten rounds."
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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 snuffs out his cigarette and entwines his fingers, elbows on his little table. "If you need to touch up on your skills, I have some little things that will help." He picks up a long box and opens it. Inside are three items: a cigar guillotine with bandages and ointment, a pamphlet on chess rules with an almost empty roll of tape, and a stack of poker chips. Each has a price listed in chess pieces. The pamphlet costs three pawns, the chips cost five of them, and the guillotine costs a queen. "New items will be available every ten rounds."
The angel of emptiness looks over the three items, intrigued- clearly, it infers, the rules here will be a decent bit different than it remembers them being. "While these are tempting, I think I'll stick with the standard array, thank you- at the very least, for this first round." It decides, its roots coiling into themselves as it lowers to 'sit' on the opposite end of the table. "Would you like the first move, or shall I?"
"It would be unfair of me to move first on our first match." He presses the button on his clock, turning Helianth's on. "Clocks are set to thirty minutes. Plenty of time for a good, old-fashion slugfest, wouldn't you say?"
"Indeed- the longest games are the ones that have the most action, after all." It surveys the board, and makes its first move after a few seconds- moving its queen-side knight over its pawns and closer to the board's center. It seems to already have a plan. Another of its roots then moves to press the button on its side of the clock, changing the turn over to his.
She looks at the fangs, wiping the spit from her face with a finger, "I heard ya the first time, an' why do ya think I would?" She asks, smiling back with fangs just as sharp that line her mouth.
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.)
The stranger bows his head to Thirteen. "A fellow gamer. I spiced up the rules slightly, so I hope it will be able to entertain you. Perhaps they will even throw you off enough for me to win." He gestures to the empty seat. "How about a little bit of information to start with? Tell me something you want to learn, and I'll tell you if you win. However, if I win, I can ask you any question I want, and you must try and answer to the best of your ability. No magic involved."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It opens its mouth as, from the back of its throat, golden sparks suddenly ignite a roaring burst of flame. [Make a CON save]
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The angel of emptiness looks over the three items, intrigued- clearly, it infers, the rules here will be a decent bit different than it remembers them being. "While these are tempting, I think I'll stick with the standard array, thank you- at the very least, for this first round." It decides, its roots coiling into themselves as it lowers to 'sit' on the opposite end of the table. "Would you like the first move, or shall I?"
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)
Con save:13
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.)
She smiles at them, snakes wrapping around his fingers and holding them.
She lies on top of them, slowly and steadily shrinking back down.
He bristles, looking into their eyes, "Sure, yeah, definitely."
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.)
*ye*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She is going to take 6 fire damage and get sent back 30 feet as this fiery breath knocks her backwards into a tree.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Thirteen laughs a little when you call him a gamer. "Well that sounds like a good deal to me. I'm always happy to confer information anyway." He takes a seat.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She dusts herself off after pushing herself back to her feet, pulling up her sleeves and cracking her knuckles “Now don’t be rude.”
"It would be unfair of me to move first on our first match." He presses the button on his clock, turning Helianth's on. "Clocks are set to thirty minutes. Plenty of time for a good, old-fashion slugfest, wouldn't you say?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"...talking about it might help..." She mutters, her fear once again melting away, concern taking its place. "If you really want me to leave you be, though, I will."
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 TOLD YOU TO LEAVE. I WAS PATIENT. YOU ALL LEFT ME ONCE, WHY NOT JUST LEAVE ME ALONE RATHER THAN RIP AT MY STITCHES." He bellows, giant hooves scraping the ground as a massive three-headed goat makes it way from the darkness of the shadows.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*uhhh Saphuno, Yuki, and anyone else*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Donn sighs as the massive three-headed goat lies down in the grass besides her "Everyone left.. everyone has left me. My friend, my children, even my beloved.. they all left me to fester and rot.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Wonderful. I doubt you'll have trouble remembering the rules, but just in case..." He picks up a long box and opens it. Inside are three items: a cigar guillotine with bandages and ointment, a pamphlet on chess rules with an almost empty roll of tape, and a stack of poker chips. "I have a few trinkets that could help you out, should you find them to your tastes." Each has a price listed in chess pieces. The pamphlet costs three pawns, the chips cost five of them, and the guillotine costs a queen. "New items will be available every ten rounds."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Indeed- the longest games are the ones that have the most action, after all." It surveys the board, and makes its first move after a few seconds- moving its queen-side knight over its pawns and closer to the board's center. It seems to already have a plan. Another of its roots then moves to press the button on its side of the clock, changing the turn over to his.
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)