The Seer has discovered the rubble that once was the Fell Manor. Obviously, she's not very happy.
The Eyeless Traitor is skulking about the area around the Inn, occasionally moving inside. Her trinkets have been stashed in a little corner of the room.
Kiko is watching the Traitor, who doesn't seem to notice her.
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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 Eyeless Traitor is skulking about the area around the Inn, occasionally moving inside. Her trinkets have been stashed in a little corner of the room.
*Oh a supernatural entity.*
Sparrow has awoken from his drunken slumber with the worst hangover he’s had in a long time, holding his head and sitting silently in a rocking chair outside the Inn, watching them as well as everyone else. The Eyeless Traitor would get the feeling from Sparrow’s appearance that messing them would be a mistake.
*Anyways, would anyone like to RP? Because these are my characters at the moment.*
Allison is on the stage in the tavern, playing for the patrons who listen. She plucks her lute, the magical energy flowing around her as she plays.
"You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.."
Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.
*I have decided to move up my timeframe for my setting. It now takes place in the early 90s and will have some sci-fi elements. I'm going to call the genre ghostpunk.*
The Eyeless Traitor is skulking about the area around the Inn, occasionally moving inside. Her trinkets have been stashed in a little corner of the room.
*Oh a supernatural entity.*
Sparrow has awoken from his drunken slumber with the worst hangover he’s had in a long time, holding his head and sitting silently in a rocking chair outside the Inn, watching them as well as everyone else. The Eyeless Traitor would get the feeling from Sparrow’s appearance that messing them would be a mistake.
*Not just a supernatural entity- A supernatural entity made more supernatural by another supernatural entity!*
She looks over at Sparrow, curious. She stands at around eight feet tall, clad in segmented bronze armor with long metal claws on her hands and wearing a large black sunhat. Where her face should be is a dark void with two motes of yellow light as 'eyes'.
"Hello there."
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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)
*Anyways, would anyone like to RP? Because these are my characters at the moment.*
Allison is on the stage in the tavern, playing for the patrons who listen. She plucks her lute, the magical energy flowing around her as she plays.
"You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.."
Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.
Kiko wanders over to her, trying to place where the smell of ramen is coming from. She appears to be a collection of eyes and inky darkness in a crude human-ish shape.
"Umm... hi?"
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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)
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Anyways, would anyone like to RP? Because these are my characters at the moment.*
Allison is on the stage in the tavern, playing for the patrons who listen. She plucks her lute, the magical energy flowing around her as she plays.
"You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.."
Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.
Damian is serving in the tavern when they hear this song, leaning over the counter and listening to a fellow bard at work. When they are finished they applaud, inviting Allison to over to the counter for a free meal.
*At this point Sparrow wouldn’t have fully sobered up, but he would be awake, but I’ve already used him a lot, should I?*
*Anyways, would anyone like to RP? Because these are my characters at the moment.*
Allison is on the stage in the tavern, playing for the patrons who listen. She plucks her lute, the magical energy flowing around her as she plays.
"You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.."
Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.
Kiko wanders over to her, trying to place where the smell of ramen is coming from. She appears to be a collection of eyes and inky darkness in a crude human-ish shape.
*Anyways, would anyone like to RP? Because these are my characters at the moment.*
Allison is on the stage in the tavern, playing for the patrons who listen. She plucks her lute, the magical energy flowing around her as she plays.
"You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.."
Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.
Damian is serving in the tavern when they hear this song, leaning over the counter and listening to a fellow bard at work. When they are finished they applaud, inviting Allison to over to the counter for a free meal.
*At this point Sparrow wouldn’t have fully sobered up, but he would be awake, but I’ve already used him a lot, should I?*
Allison looks up and walks over, smiling "Hi there." She chirps.
*It's fine with me but if you feel like you don't want to, that's fine :)*
The Eyeless Traitor is skulking about the area around the Inn, occasionally moving inside. Her trinkets have been stashed in a little corner of the room.
*Oh a supernatural entity.*
Sparrow has awoken from his drunken slumber with the worst hangover he’s had in a long time, holding his head and sitting silently in a rocking chair outside the Inn, watching them as well as everyone else. The Eyeless Traitor would get the feeling from Sparrow’s appearance that messing them would be a mistake.
*Not just a supernatural entity- A supernatural entity made more supernatural by another supernatural entity!*
She looks over at Sparrow, curious. She stands at around eight feet tall, clad in segmented bronze armor with long metal claws on her hands and wearing a large black sunhat. Where her face should be is a dark void with two motes of yellow light as 'eyes'.
"Hello there."
He tips his hat to them with a finger, revealing his strange eyes, one a red pupil in a black abyss, the other purely milky white “Howdy there.” He winces slightly at the noise of his own voice, obviously suffering from said hangover “I ain’t never seen somethin’ like you before.”
*Anyways, would anyone like to RP? Because these are my characters at the moment.*
Allison is on the stage in the tavern, playing for the patrons who listen. She plucks her lute, the magical energy flowing around her as she plays.
"You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.."
Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.
Isaac watches the performance
The cat hops on the table and sits down, looking at Stroth
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The Seer has discovered the rubble that once was the Fell Manor. Obviously, she's not very happy.
The Eyeless Traitor is skulking about the area around the Inn, occasionally moving inside. Her trinkets have been stashed in a little corner of the room.
Kiko is watching the Traitor, who doesn't seem to notice her.
Standing under the shade of their umbrella is Charlie, having been mostly in the same spot this whole time. They're drawing pictures of the Fell Manor in different eras of its history.
*Anyways, would anyone like to RP? Because these are my characters at the moment.*
Allison is on the stage in the tavern, playing for the patrons who listen. She plucks her lute, the magical energy flowing around her as she plays.
"You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.."
Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.
Damian is serving in the tavern when they hear this song, leaning over the counter and listening to a fellow bard at work. When they are finished they applaud, inviting Allison to over to the counter for a free meal.
*At this point Sparrow wouldn’t have fully sobered up, but he would be awake, but I’ve already used him a lot, should I?*
Allison looks up and walks over, smiling "Hi there." She chirps.
*It's fine with me but if you feel like you don't want to, that's fine :)*
*Cool, because I really like playing Sparrow, considering he’s one of my only original characters not based on anything.*
He puts a plate of perfectly made pancakes in front of them, wearing an apron that says ‘Only my wife can kiss the cook’. He smiles at them “Hello, that was a good song, did you write it?”
Sparrow has sobered up enough to be awake again, and his head is throbbing worse than the time he had it bashed in by a demon with a block of wood the size of his body.
Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.
Kiko wanders over to her, trying to place where the smell of ramen is coming from. She appears to be a collection of eyes and inky darkness in a crude human-ish shape.
"Umm... hi?"
Stroth looks up and grins madly "Hiya there."
"I'm... I'm Kiko. I'm... kinda new to, well, all of this... so I wanted to get to know people. What's your name?"
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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)
*Anyways, would anyone like to RP? Because these are my characters at the moment.*
Allison is on the stage in the tavern, playing for the patrons who listen. She plucks her lute, the magical energy flowing around her as she plays.
"You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.."
Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.
Isaac watches the performance
The cat hops on the table and sits down, looking at Stroth
After she is done, she gets applause and bows.
Stroth grabs it, balling it up, and chucking it somewhere
The Eyeless Traitor is skulking about the area around the Inn, occasionally moving inside. Her trinkets have been stashed in a little corner of the room.
*Oh a supernatural entity.*
Sparrow has awoken from his drunken slumber with the worst hangover he’s had in a long time, holding his head and sitting silently in a rocking chair outside the Inn, watching them as well as everyone else. The Eyeless Traitor would get the feeling from Sparrow’s appearance that messing them would be a mistake.
*Not just a supernatural entity- A supernatural entity made more supernatural by another supernatural entity!*
She looks over at Sparrow, curious. She stands at around eight feet tall, clad in segmented bronze armor with long metal claws on her hands and wearing a large black sunhat. Where her face should be is a dark void with two motes of yellow light as 'eyes'.
"Hello there."
He tips his hat to them with a finger, revealing his strange eyes, one a red pupil in a black abyss, the other purely milky white “Howdy there.” He winces slightly at the noise of his own voice, obviously suffering from said hangover “I ain’t never seen somethin’ like you before.
She chuckles a bit to herself. "Honestly? Neither have I. Still growing into it." She approaches slightly. "I ain't seen you here either. What's your name?"
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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)
*Anyways, would anyone like to RP? Because these are my characters at the moment.*
Allison is on the stage in the tavern, playing for the patrons who listen. She plucks her lute, the magical energy flowing around her as she plays.
"You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.."
Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.
Damian is serving in the tavern when they hear this song, leaning over the counter and listening to a fellow bard at work. When they are finished they applaud, inviting Allison to over to the counter for a free meal.
*At this point Sparrow wouldn’t have fully sobered up, but he would be awake, but I’ve already used him a lot, should I?*
Allison looks up and walks over, smiling "Hi there." She chirps.
*It's fine with me but if you feel like you don't want to, that's fine :)*
*Cool, because I really like playing Sparrow, considering he’s one of my only original characters not based on anything.*
He puts a plate of perfectly made pancakes in front of them, wearing an apron that says ‘Only my wife can kiss the cook’. He smiles at them “Hello, that was a good song, did you write it?”
Sparrow has sobered up enough to be awake again, and his head is throbbing worse than the time he had it bashed in by a demon with a block of wood the size of his body.
"No, just one I thought would be nice." She chuckles and takes them, eating them slightly "Forgive me.. my appetite is elsewhere."
Stroth walks up behind him, perfectly fine. "Hi."
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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
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“The heart throbbing kind I’d say, but I’m sure my old crewmates might say otherwise.” He chuckles “I miss em.”
*Anyone want to roleplay with me?*
*Sure!*
The Seer has discovered the rubble that once was the Fell Manor. Obviously, she's not very happy.
The Eyeless Traitor is skulking about the area around the Inn, occasionally moving inside. Her trinkets have been stashed in a little corner of the room.
Kiko is watching the Traitor, who doesn't seem to notice her.
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)
*Oh a supernatural entity.*
Sparrow has awoken from his drunken slumber with the worst hangover he’s had in a long time, holding his head and sitting silently in a rocking chair outside the Inn, watching them as well as everyone else. The Eyeless Traitor would get the feeling from Sparrow’s appearance that messing them would be a mistake.
*Anyways, would anyone like to RP? Because these are my characters at the moment.*
Allison is on the stage in the tavern, playing for the patrons who listen. She plucks her lute, the magical energy flowing around her as she plays.
"You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,
like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,
like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.
You fill up my senses, come fill me again.."
Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.
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 have decided to move up my timeframe for my setting. It now takes place in the early 90s and will have some sci-fi elements. I'm going to call the genre ghostpunk.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Not just a supernatural entity- A supernatural entity made more supernatural by another supernatural entity!*
She looks over at Sparrow, curious. She stands at around eight feet tall, clad in segmented bronze armor with long metal claws on her hands and wearing a large black sunhat. Where her face should be is a dark void with two motes of yellow light as 'eyes'.
"Hello there."
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)
Kiko wanders over to her, trying to place where the smell of ramen is coming from. She appears to be a collection of eyes and inky darkness in a crude human-ish shape.
"Umm... hi?"
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 again)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Damian is serving in the tavern when they hear this song, leaning over the counter and listening to a fellow bard at work. When they are finished they applaud, inviting Allison to over to the counter for a free meal.
*At this point Sparrow wouldn’t have fully sobered up, but he would be awake, but I’ve already used him a lot, should I?*
Stroth looks up and grins madly "Hiya there."
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
Allison looks up and walks over, smiling "Hi there." She chirps.
*It's fine with me but if you feel like you don't want to, that's fine :)*
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
He tips his hat to them with a finger, revealing his strange eyes, one a red pupil in a black abyss, the other purely milky white “Howdy there.” He winces slightly at the noise of his own voice, obviously suffering from said hangover “I ain’t never seen somethin’ like you before.”
Isaac watches the performance
The cat hops on the table and sits down, looking at Stroth
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Standing under the shade of their umbrella is Charlie, having been mostly in the same spot this whole time. They're drawing pictures of the Fell Manor in different eras of its history.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cool, because I really like playing Sparrow, considering he’s one of my only original characters not based on anything.*
He puts a plate of perfectly made pancakes in front of them, wearing an apron that says ‘Only my wife can kiss the cook’. He smiles at them “Hello, that was a good song, did you write it?”
Sparrow has sobered up enough to be awake again, and his head is throbbing worse than the time he had it bashed in by a demon with a block of wood the size of his body.
"I'm... I'm Kiko. I'm... kinda new to, well, all of this... so I wanted to get to know people. What's your name?"
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)
After she is done, she gets applause and bows.
Stroth grabs it, balling it up, and chucking it somewhere
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
She chuckles a bit to herself. "Honestly? Neither have I. Still growing into it." She approaches slightly. "I ain't seen you here either. What's your name?"
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, just one I thought would be nice." She chuckles and takes them, eating them slightly "Forgive me.. my appetite is elsewhere."
Stroth walks up behind him, perfectly fine. "Hi."
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