Some of the forest around where the Fell Manor once stood is dying, the plant life withering and turning grey. The corruption doesn't cover a large area, but it does seem to slowly yet steadily be spreading.
Traitor is once again sharpening her talons, preparing for battle.
KK is stitching together parts of other (thankfully inanimate) mannequins to try and visualize some of her designs for her ultimate goal.
At some point, around the abandoned Sinclair Slaughterhouse, the blight fails to take hold. The area seems to have its own corruption, and a much more visceral one at that. It's like the ground itself is possessed.
The Seer appears at where the two corruptions meet, looking up at the slaughterhouse and walking inside.
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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)
Some of the forest around where the Fell Manor once stood is dying, the plant life withering and turning grey. The corruption doesn't cover a large area, but it does seem to slowly yet steadily be spreading.
Traitor is once again sharpening her talons, preparing for battle.
KK is stitching together parts of other (thankfully inanimate) mannequins to try and visualize some of her designs for her ultimate goal.
Isaac knocks on the door
After a few seconds of what sounds like many, many locking mechanisms being unlocked, the door opens and KK greets him. "Oh, hi there! What brings you to my studio?"
(sorry for missing this)
"Was just checking in to see how you're doing"
*It's all good, friend :)*
"I'm doing alright. Working on a big project right now. Wanna see it?"
He nods "might as well since i'm here"
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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
Some of the forest around where the Fell Manor once stood is dying, the plant life withering and turning grey. The corruption doesn't cover a large area, but it does seem to slowly yet steadily be spreading.
Traitor is once again sharpening her talons, preparing for battle.
KK is stitching together parts of other (thankfully inanimate) mannequins to try and visualize some of her designs for her ultimate goal.
Isaac knocks on the door
After a few seconds of what sounds like many, many locking mechanisms being unlocked, the door opens and KK greets him. "Oh, hi there! What brings you to my studio?"
(sorry for missing this)
"Was just checking in to see how you're doing"
*It's all good, friend :)*
"I'm doing alright. Working on a big project right now. Wanna see it?"
He nods "might as well since i'm here"
"Wonderful! Come in, come in!" She opens the door fully, letting Isaac walk in. The faint sound of music on a radio can be heard coming from inside.
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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)
At some point, around the abandoned Sinclair Slaughterhouse, the blight fails to take hold. The area seems to have its own corruption, and a much more visceral one at that. It's like the ground itself is possessed.
The Seer appears at where the two corruptions meet, looking up at the slaughterhouse and walking inside.
In the middle of the meat-packing floor sits a man, but not a man. He looks young, but must be at least 100. He wears a pair of jeans, a black sweater, and a white apron and cap. He's eating a hot dog while sitting on a create of canned meat, a chainsaw sitting at his side like a loyal dog.
At some point, around the abandoned Sinclair Slaughterhouse, the blight fails to take hold. The area seems to have its own corruption, and a much more visceral one at that. It's like the ground itself is possessed.
The Seer appears at where the two corruptions meet, looking up at the slaughterhouse and walking inside.
In the middle of the meat-packing floor sits a man, but not a man. He looks young, but must be at least 100. He wears a pair of jeans, a black sweater, and a white apron and cap. He's eating a hot dog while sitting on a create of canned meat, a chainsaw sitting at his side like a loyal dog.
She slowly approaches, obscured in the shadows of the old building except for her almost glowing eyes and sharp-toothed grin. "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)
In the middle of the meat-packing floor sits a man, but not a man. He looks young, but must be at least 100. He wears a pair of jeans, a black sweater, and a white apron and cap. He's eating a hot dog while sitting on a create of canned meat, a chainsaw sitting at his side like a loyal dog.
She slowly approaches, obscured in the shadows of the old building except for her almost glowing eyes and sharp-toothed grin. "Hello there."
He looks up. His eyes should be hidden by the dark, but the red irises gleam like rubies. "Hey." He takes a bite, chews, and swallows. "'Sup?"
Rowan is trying not to put the mask on, but the call is digging deep into his mind, his calming himself down by playing his lute.
Damian has finally gotten a chance to rest and is taking advantage, actually remaining sober at he sits outside of the tavern.
Sparrow is cashing in his bounty for the Empyean outside of town that he took out. Using the money to buy himself the things he needs, like food and whiskey.
*I think that’s everyone, if you want a different favorite just say so.*
In the middle of the meat-packing floor sits a man, but not a man. He looks young, but must be at least 100. He wears a pair of jeans, a black sweater, and a white apron and cap. He's eating a hot dog while sitting on a create of canned meat, a chainsaw sitting at his side like a loyal dog.
She slowly approaches, obscured in the shadows of the old building except for her almost glowing eyes and sharp-toothed grin. "Hello there."
He looks up. His eyes should be hidden by the dark, but the red irises gleam like rubies. "Hey." He takes a bite, chews, and swallows. "'Sup?"
"I noticed a presence here. Something... nostalgically uncanny. So, I came here to investigate. Would you happen to know of what I'm talking about?"
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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)
Rowan is trying not to put the mask on, but the call is digging deep into his mind, his calming himself down by playing his lute.
Damian has finally gotten a chance to rest and is taking advantage, actually remaining sober at he sits outside of the tavern.
Sparrow is cashing in his bounty for the Empyean outside of town that he took out. Using the money to buy himself the things he needs, like food and whiskey.
*I think that’s everyone, if you want a different favorite just say so.*
He hears the chuffing of a gently running chainsaw and sees gleaming red eyes in the dark. The Cursebutcher is slowly walking toward him, saw and mouth drizzling blood from a fresh kill.
He looks up. His eyes should be hidden by the dark, but the red irises gleam like rubies. "Hey." He takes a bite, chews, and swallows. "'Sup?"
"I noticed a presence here. Something... nostalgically uncanny. So, I came here to investigate. Would you happen to know of what I'm talking about?"
"Something like a cosmic force of carnage brought upon us by our own rampant slaughter, manifesting in a nexus of extreme power and bloodshed? I think I might. You hungry?"
He looks up. His eyes should be hidden by the dark, but the red irises gleam like rubies. "Hey." He takes a bite, chews, and swallows. "'Sup?"
"I noticed a presence here. Something... nostalgically uncanny. So, I came here to investigate. Would you happen to know of what I'm talking about?"
"Something like a cosmic force of carnage brought upon us by our own rampant slaughter, manifesting in a nexus of extreme power and bloodshed? I think I might. You hungry?"
"...Yes, actually. It's been a while since I've tasted blood."
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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)
"Something like a cosmic force of carnage brought upon us by our own rampant slaughter, manifesting in a nexus of extreme power and bloodshed? I think I might. You hungry?"
"...Yes, actually. It's been a while since I've tasted blood."
"Well, I've got some bottles of it. All pigs', sadly. Humanoid blood is hard to get without causing slowly building mass hysteria, which does not further my goals at the moment." He slowly stands, picking up his chainsaw with one hand as he finishes his sausage. "Luckily this place has vampires."
Rowan is trying not to put the mask on, but the call is digging deep into his mind, his calming himself down by playing his lute.
He hears the chuffing of a gently running chainsaw and sees gleaming red eyes in the dark. The Cursebutcher is slowly walking toward him, saw and mouth drizzling blood from a fresh kill.
He looks up to them, first waving at the person, then seeing the blood and becoming less friendly, more concerned. They try to still put up a friendly face, not knowing the reason for why they have blood on them just yet “Hello, haven’t seen you around, I’m the Jester.”
He hears the chuffing of a gently running chainsaw and sees gleaming red eyes in the dark. The Cursebutcher is slowly walking toward him, saw and mouth drizzling blood from a fresh kill.
He looks up to them, first waving at the person, then seeing the blood and becoming less friendly, more concerned. They try to still put up a friendly face, not knowing the reason for why they have blood on them just yet “Hello, haven’t seen you around, I’m the Jester.”
"Cursebutcher. I felt like someone needed a distraction." The man's presence, despite the blood, is oddly soothing. No need for hysterics, Rowan. It's just a guy. "I hope you don't mind my mess. Hard times all around, you know."
"Something like a cosmic force of carnage brought upon us by our own rampant slaughter, manifesting in a nexus of extreme power and bloodshed? I think I might. You hungry?"
"...Yes, actually. It's been a while since I've tasted blood."
"Well, I've got some bottles of it. All pigs', sadly. Humanoid blood is hard to get without causing slowly building mass hysteria, which does not further my goals at the moment." He slowly stands, picking up his chainsaw with one hand as he finishes his sausage. "Luckily this place has vampires."
"That works for me. Mass hysteria doesn't do much to benefit me either." She fully emerges from the shadows. "On another note, how should I refer to you? A name, a title, something else?"
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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)
"Well, I've got some bottles of it. All pigs', sadly. Humanoid blood is hard to get without causing slowly building mass hysteria, which does not further my goals at the moment." He slowly stands, picking up his chainsaw with one hand as he finishes his sausage. "Luckily this place has vampires."
"That works for me. Mass hysteria doesn't do much to benefit me either." She fully emerges from the shadows. "On another note, how should I refer to you? A name, a title, something else?"
"Cursebutcher. I'd give my 'real' name, but it's more of a dangerous artifact than this abattoir is." He waves for her to come with him as he heads into the meat-packing plant. Rats scurry away from his presence. There are no lights, no pigs, and no employees, yet the meat is being cut and packaged as usual. The corruption is stronger in here.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Goodnight, friend!*
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 Seer appears at where the two corruptions meet, looking up at the slaughterhouse and walking inside.
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 "might as well since i'm here"
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
"Wonderful! Come in, come in!" She opens the door fully, letting Isaac walk in. The faint sound of music on a radio can be heard coming from inside.
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)
In the middle of the meat-packing floor sits a man, but not a man. He looks young, but must be at least 100. He wears a pair of jeans, a black sweater, and a white apron and cap. He's eating a hot dog while sitting on a create of canned meat, a chainsaw sitting at his side like a loyal dog.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She slowly approaches, obscured in the shadows of the old building except for her almost glowing eyes and sharp-toothed grin. "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)
He looks up. His eyes should be hidden by the dark, but the red irises gleam like rubies. "Hey." He takes a bite, chews, and swallows. "'Sup?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hmm, now to play my favorite characters.*
Rowan is trying not to put the mask on, but the call is digging deep into his mind, his calming himself down by playing his lute.
Damian has finally gotten a chance to rest and is taking advantage, actually remaining sober at he sits outside of the tavern.
Sparrow is cashing in his bounty for the Empyean outside of town that he took out. Using the money to buy himself the things he needs, like food and whiskey.
*I think that’s everyone, if you want a different favorite just say so.*
"I noticed a presence here. Something... nostalgically uncanny. So, I came here to investigate. Would you happen to know of what I'm talking about?"
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 hears the chuffing of a gently running chainsaw and sees gleaming red eyes in the dark. The Cursebutcher is slowly walking toward him, saw and mouth drizzling blood from a fresh kill.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Tycho smiles, blowing smoke at him
"This is the tavern" He says, "Its very nice"
"I... guess."
"Something like a cosmic force of carnage brought upon us by our own rampant slaughter, manifesting in a nexus of extreme power and bloodshed? I think I might. You hungry?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*eep well wendi!*
"...Yes, actually. It's been a while since I've tasted blood."
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)
"Well, I've got some bottles of it. All pigs', sadly. Humanoid blood is hard to get without causing slowly building mass hysteria, which does not further my goals at the moment." He slowly stands, picking up his chainsaw with one hand as he finishes his sausage. "Luckily this place has vampires."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He looks up to them, first waving at the person, then seeing the blood and becoming less friendly, more concerned. They try to still put up a friendly face, not knowing the reason for why they have blood on them just yet “Hello, haven’t seen you around, I’m the Jester.”
"Cursebutcher. I felt like someone needed a distraction." The man's presence, despite the blood, is oddly soothing. No need for hysterics, Rowan. It's just a guy. "I hope you don't mind my mess. Hard times all around, you know."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That works for me. Mass hysteria doesn't do much to benefit me either." She fully emerges from the shadows. "On another note, how should I refer to you? A name, a title, something else?"
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)
"Cursebutcher. I'd give my 'real' name, but it's more of a dangerous artifact than this abattoir is." He waves for her to come with him as he heads into the meat-packing plant. Rats scurry away from his presence. There are no lights, no pigs, and no employees, yet the meat is being cut and packaged as usual. The corruption is stronger in here.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels