"Scrappy [GP]'s, one of them had a scar over the bridge of his nose. Other one had a fake eye." he chuckles then winces
She memorizes those descriptions, nodding as she tries to focus on helping them "I'll remember that, did you fight a lot?"
"A few rounds, nothing terrible honestly. They told that I could become a professional."
"They are probably right." Once shes done she sits down next to them, "You getting hurt worries me..." She wrings her hands.
He raises a brow "Why? Everyone gets hurt?" he gives a lopsided smile.
She shakes her head, "Cause you aren't like everyone else to me... I guess." She shrugs, looking at the waves, swinging her short legs.
"Huh, never heard that before." he smiles "You're cool, you aren't like others either."
She smiles back at them, though only for a moment, “Thanks… I should probably tell you what my job is… before you get the wrong idea about me. I uhhhh…” She thinks of the right way to word it.
"No ya don't, ya don't remember how it ends, an' ya ain't seen what's left of Rennick. Ya don't know the worry I go through every day, thinkin' 'bout ya might dig the wrong hole an' lose yerself. I will help ya with this, but only work on it when we are workin' tagether. Understood?"
"No no, continue. What would you do, attempt to kill me and simply join him in death? He's not dead, well not yet anyway, but... he told you about the mission he was going on, correct?" The grin grows even wider with each moment.
*I'm doing fairly well- not great, but certainly not the worst it can be. Here it is, if you'd like to continue- I won't pressure you to if you'd rather not.*
She is silent for a while, taking this in, before she answers. "Understood." She responds genuinely, understanding the risk they'd face if... if she got sick again. "You're right, I don't remember how it ends... I just know that from the scars on my face, and the weird eyes you put away somewhere, that whatever it was is something awful. Something I'm not going to repeat. I'm sorry I've been worrying you."
"How do you know about that?" She growls, visibly angry at the merchant. "Do you know where he is now? If I can get there in time before something bad happens?"
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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)
"No ya don't, ya don't remember how it ends, an' ya ain't seen what's left of Rennick. Ya don't know the worry I go through every day, thinkin' 'bout ya might dig the wrong hole an' lose yerself. I will help ya with this, but only work on it when we are workin' tagether. Understood?"
"No no, continue. What would you do, attempt to kill me and simply join him in death? He's not dead, well not yet anyway, but... he told you about the mission he was going on, correct?" The grin grows even wider with each moment.
*I'm doing fairly well- not great, but certainly not the worst it can be. Here it is, if you'd like to continue- I won't pressure you to if you'd rather not.*
She is silent for a while, taking this in, before she answers. "Understood." She responds genuinely, understanding the risk they'd face if... if she got sick again. "You're right, I don't remember how it ends... I just know that from the scars on my face, and the weird eyes you put away somewhere, that whatever it was is something awful. Something I'm not going to repeat. I'm sorry I've been worrying you."
"How do you know about that?" She growls, visibly angry at the merchant. "Do you know where he is now? If I can get there in time before something bad happens?"
She holds them for a moment, rubbing their back and just taking a few seconds to have a small cry before pulling back “It ain’t yer fault, ya didn’t know what that star emissary was sendin’ ya inta. Please, try ta stay outta all that stuff without my help, cause it’ll corrupt ya, an’ I don’t want that happenin’ again. I… we should get some rest.”
“If you had time to save him, you wouldn’t have that diary in your hands. He’s dead soon enough, you decide if you want to try and save him, or not. Does it matter what I know, how I know it? I am beyond you, I gave you what you asked for, now, my payment will come in due time.” He smiles brightly at them, “Do you want a map on where to find him? Or where he will be?”
"No ya don't, ya don't remember how it ends, an' ya ain't seen what's left of Rennick. Ya don't know the worry I go through every day, thinkin' 'bout ya might dig the wrong hole an' lose yerself. I will help ya with this, but only work on it when we are workin' tagether. Understood?"
"No no, continue. What would you do, attempt to kill me and simply join him in death? He's not dead, well not yet anyway, but... he told you about the mission he was going on, correct?" The grin grows even wider with each moment.
*I'm doing fairly well- not great, but certainly not the worst it can be. Here it is, if you'd like to continue- I won't pressure you to if you'd rather not.*
She is silent for a while, taking this in, before she answers. "Understood." She responds genuinely, understanding the risk they'd face if... if she got sick again. "You're right, I don't remember how it ends... I just know that from the scars on my face, and the weird eyes you put away somewhere, that whatever it was is something awful. Something I'm not going to repeat. I'm sorry I've been worrying you."
"How do you know about that?" She growls, visibly angry at the merchant. "Do you know where he is now? If I can get there in time before something bad happens?"
She holds them for a moment, rubbing their back and just taking a few seconds to have a small cry before pulling back “It ain’t yer fault, ya didn’t know what that star emissary was sendin’ ya inta. Please, try ta stay outta all that stuff without my help, cause it’ll corrupt ya, an’ I don’t want that happenin’ again. I… we should get some rest.”
“If you had time to save him, you wouldn’t have that diary in your hands. He’s dead soon enough, you decide if you want to try and save him, or not. Does it matter what I know, how I know it? I am beyond you, I gave you what you asked for, now, my payment will come in due time.” He smiles brightly at them, “Do you want a map on where to find him? Or where he will be?”
"Okay, I won't. Promise." She hugs her back, and after a few seconds, she parts from the embrace and quickly finishes her food. "Rest sounds like a good idea. Casting a second-level spell took a lot more out of me than I thought it would." She chuckles a bit, quickly taking care of the dishes from both of them with a few castings of Prestidigitation.
She looks down at the journal again, her hands shaking slightly. "I want you to bring me to him as quickly as you can. Clearly if you can pluck something out of space from miles away, you can teleport me there or something, right?" She responds, standing up from the bench.
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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)
"No ya don't, ya don't remember how it ends, an' ya ain't seen what's left of Rennick. Ya don't know the worry I go through every day, thinkin' 'bout ya might dig the wrong hole an' lose yerself. I will help ya with this, but only work on it when we are workin' tagether. Understood?"
"No no, continue. What would you do, attempt to kill me and simply join him in death? He's not dead, well not yet anyway, but... he told you about the mission he was going on, correct?" The grin grows even wider with each moment.
*I'm doing fairly well- not great, but certainly not the worst it can be. Here it is, if you'd like to continue- I won't pressure you to if you'd rather not.*
She is silent for a while, taking this in, before she answers. "Understood." She responds genuinely, understanding the risk they'd face if... if she got sick again. "You're right, I don't remember how it ends... I just know that from the scars on my face, and the weird eyes you put away somewhere, that whatever it was is something awful. Something I'm not going to repeat. I'm sorry I've been worrying you."
"How do you know about that?" She growls, visibly angry at the merchant. "Do you know where he is now? If I can get there in time before something bad happens?"
She holds them for a moment, rubbing their back and just taking a few seconds to have a small cry before pulling back “It ain’t yer fault, ya didn’t know what that star emissary was sendin’ ya inta. Please, try ta stay outta all that stuff without my help, cause it’ll corrupt ya, an’ I don’t want that happenin’ again. I… we should get some rest.”
“If you had time to save him, you wouldn’t have that diary in your hands. He’s dead soon enough, you decide if you want to try and save him, or not. Does it matter what I know, how I know it? I am beyond you, I gave you what you asked for, now, my payment will come in due time.” He smiles brightly at them, “Do you want a map on where to find him? Or where he will be?”
"Okay, I won't. Promise." She hugs her back, and after a few seconds, she parts from the embrace and quickly finishes her food. "Rest sounds like a good idea. Casting a second-level spell took a lot more out of me than I thought it would." She chuckles a bit, quickly taking care of the dishes from both of them with a few castings of Prestidigitation.
She looks down at the journal again, her hands shaking slightly. "I want you to bring me to him as quickly as you can. Clearly if you can pluck something out of space from miles away, you can teleport me there or something, right?" She responds, standing up from the bench.
She helps, and once they are done she picks them up, taking them to their bed and tucking them in, kissing their forehead, “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Oh, but the cost of that would be more than you could bear. I can bring you there, I’ll do so right now.” He grabs them, tossing them into the bag as if they weighed nothing at all, space seems the warp, the universe shifting. Suddenly they are standing in a broken battlefield, and sitting alone, Thorfinn faces an elder dragon, the other hunters have fallen, but the beast is wounded, he can get the kill, though he’s injured himself, bleeding from his torso and head.
*So I'm trying to work on my worldbuilding, and I've decided to start small: one city.*
*Now, what should make this city special?*
*I'm thinking about going with the classic "sinking into the earth" thing, and giving it a supernatural reason for existing. Perhaps there's a dead Judge or something along those lines deep under the earth, and so they keep secretly mining under the city to try and find it. Maybe its filled with monsters, and thus has a thriving culinary scene!*
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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.
*So I'm trying to work on my worldbuilding, and I've decided to start small: one city.*
*Now, what should make this city special?*
*I'm thinking about going with the classic "sinking into the earth" thing, and giving it a supernatural reason for existing. Perhaps there's a dead Judge or something along those lines deep under the earth, and so they keep secretly mining under the city to try and find it. Maybe its filled with monsters, and thus has a thriving culinary scene!*
*ooh, an intriguing idea? If it is a dead judge, how did it die? Does it have something the other judges might want on its corpse, or the corpse itself? Did it die before or after the city was built?*
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*I have been summoned back from the outernet once more! How are y'all doing today?*
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 am doing as good as I was before, which isn’t the best I suppose.*
*Good to hear you're at least doing kinda alright. 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)
"Huh, never heard that before." he smiles "You're cool, you aren't like others either."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She smiles back at them, though only for a moment, “Thanks… I should probably tell you what my job is… before you get the wrong idea about me. I uhhhh…” She thinks of the right way to word it.
*How are you doing? That depends on it you want to continue, I don’t really care if we do or don’t.*
*I'm doing fairly well- not great, but certainly not the worst it can be. Here it is, if you'd like to continue- I won't pressure you to if you'd rather not.*
She is silent for a while, taking this in, before she answers. "Understood." She responds genuinely, understanding the risk they'd face if... if she got sick again. "You're right, I don't remember how it ends... I just know that from the scars on my face, and the weird eyes you put away somewhere, that whatever it was is something awful. Something I'm not going to repeat. I'm sorry I've been worrying you."
"How do you know about that?" She growls, visibly angry at the merchant. "Do you know where he is now? If I can get there in time before something bad happens?"
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 didn't realize how late it was. I have like 30 minutes now since I got an internet extension*
*I shouldn't have asked for RP, I'm sorry*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She holds them for a moment, rubbing their back and just taking a few seconds to have a small cry before pulling back “It ain’t yer fault, ya didn’t know what that star emissary was sendin’ ya inta. Please, try ta stay outta all that stuff without my help, cause it’ll corrupt ya, an’ I don’t want that happenin’ again. I… we should get some rest.”
“If you had time to save him, you wouldn’t have that diary in your hands. He’s dead soon enough, you decide if you want to try and save him, or not. Does it matter what I know, how I know it? I am beyond you, I gave you what you asked for, now, my payment will come in due time.” He smiles brightly at them, “Do you want a map on where to find him? Or where he will be?”
*Dont be sorry dude, it’s all good, we’ll just see you tomorrow. Or well, maybe I won’t, but the others probably will.*
"Okay, I won't. Promise." She hugs her back, and after a few seconds, she parts from the embrace and quickly finishes her food. "Rest sounds like a good idea. Casting a second-level spell took a lot more out of me than I thought it would." She chuckles a bit, quickly taking care of the dishes from both of them with a few castings of Prestidigitation.
She looks down at the journal again, her hands shaking slightly. "I want you to bring me to him as quickly as you can. Clearly if you can pluck something out of space from miles away, you can teleport me there or something, right?" She responds, standing up from the bench.
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)
*hello, darlings!*
She helps, and once they are done she picks them up, taking them to their bed and tucking them in, kissing their forehead, “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Oh, but the cost of that would be more than you could bear. I can bring you there, I’ll do so right now.” He grabs them, tossing them into the bag as if they weighed nothing at all, space seems the warp, the universe shifting. Suddenly they are standing in a broken battlefield, and sitting alone, Thorfinn faces an elder dragon, the other hunters have fallen, but the beast is wounded, he can get the kill, though he’s injured himself, bleeding from his torso and head.
*Hello Archy.*
*Jester! How art thou, my dear?*
*I am well enough, how are you my friend?*
*simply marvelous!*
*i am glad to hear you are doing well :>*
*Im happier to hear you are doing great. I wish I wasn’t forced to leave.*
*So I'm trying to work on my worldbuilding, and I've decided to start small: one city.*
*Now, what should make this city special?*
*I'm thinking about going with the classic "sinking into the earth" thing, and giving it a supernatural reason for existing. Perhaps there's a dead Judge or something along those lines deep under the earth, and so they keep secretly mining under the city to try and find it. Maybe its filled with monsters, and thus has a thriving culinary scene!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*ooh, an intriguing idea? If it is a dead judge, how did it die? Does it have something the other judges might want on its corpse, or the corpse itself? Did it die before or after the city was built?*