She finds a mechanical otyugh made of ornately filigreed steel and filled with flames. It moves around, tapping things with its tentacles. A speaker crackles on. A breathless, rasping voice. "I used to dream all the time... of things hiding in the dark, waiting to pounce. But I ate those dreams long ago. I never thought I'd hear you again, whatever you are."
She looks quizzically at the construct. "Fascinating. I haven't had dreams much either as of late- well, not dreams in the sleeping sense, anyway. I still have goals I aspire for."
Its sensory tentacle turns to face her, revealing a trio of small fisheye screens. They seem to show a Strugel from multiple angles, none of them revealing anything but a silhouette hunched over a desk in a dark room. "I used to have aspirations too, but I was too good to keep them for long. I had too much help. Now I have an appetite for ambition and no way to sate it."
"That... that sort of reminds me of someone I know. Always seeking to hone her craft, but never satisfied with anything she makes. But I'm getting distracted- 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)
Traitor is sitting at where that abandoned house from a few scenes ago was- simply chilling amidst the desolation she caused.
KK has thrown away several different designs for what her new form would look like, and is currently designing more.
Cerberus wanders by and picks one up that fell to the floor.
The design seems to depict a monstrous figure that's only vaguely reminiscent of a humanoid creature. The one detail that catches their eye the most, though, is the prevalence of many, many arms and hands.
KK doesn't immediately notice them, absorbed in her work.
Cerberus taps her shoulder and signs 'Mind if I help?' While lifting the one he found.
She looks over her shoulder back at Cerberus. "Oh, hello! And not at all- I'd love some help!"
He reaches into one of his pouches and produces a seed, which nearly instantly grows to the shape of a violin. Cerberus starts playing it, a slow tune with plenty of low chords. From the instrument white mist emerges, covering the floor, walls, and ceiling. Eventually the features of everything disappears, including the mist. They stand an empty void, standing on nothing but still standing. Facing KK is a replica of herself and at both your feet, a pen. A voice that seems inhuman with many changes in tone speaks. "I find A thrEE dimensionaL viEw TO Help."
Its sensory tentacle turns to face her, revealing a trio of small fisheye screens. They seem to show a Strugel from multiple angles, none of them revealing anything but a silhouette hunched over a desk in a dark room. "I used to have aspirations too, but I was too good to keep them for long. I had too much help. Now I have an appetite for ambition and no way to sate it."
"That... that sort of reminds me of someone I know. Always seeking to hone her craft, but never satisfied with anything she makes. But I'm getting distracted- who are you?"
The shadow looks up for a second, revealing golden, many-pupiled eyes. He looks at something offscreen, seemingly reading something. "Hotel Podmorski. I think. I haven't held a conversation for this long in... 60 years. The last person I talked to died rather horribly before we could finish. All I've done all this time was build, build, build."
The son of the Fallen God of Flesh, Carrion, was born from the very flesh of his father. Carrion tore apart his body to give life to someone who could be better than he ever was. The Fallen God knew he was dying so this was the only way to selfishly persevere himself while also doing something that made him seem selfless. He built the towering behemoth, different parts sewn together like a ragdoll. Something that resembled a humanoid but so different that his son would never forget who he was made out of.
Limbs as thick as tree trunks, a huge torso with a slit down the center where a mouth with sharp teeth could eat, and a featureless face covered with a cloth hood.
With Carrion's dying breath, he sent his son to the material plane, sprouting from the ground like a tree. In hand, a large pair of silver scissors rusted with age. His butchers rendering weapon to tear those in twain.
Traitor is sitting at where that abandoned house from a few scenes ago was- simply chilling amidst the desolation she caused.
KK has thrown away several different designs for what her new form would look like, and is currently designing more.
Cerberus wanders by and picks one up that fell to the floor.
The design seems to depict a monstrous figure that's only vaguely reminiscent of a humanoid creature. The one detail that catches their eye the most, though, is the prevalence of many, many arms and hands.
KK doesn't immediately notice them, absorbed in her work.
Cerberus taps her shoulder and signs 'Mind if I help?' While lifting the one he found.
She looks over her shoulder back at Cerberus. "Oh, hello! And not at all- I'd love some help!"
He reaches into one of his pouches and produces a seed, which nearly instantly grows to the shape of a violin. Cerberus starts playing it, a slow tune with plenty of low chords. From the instrument white mist emerges, covering the floor, walls, and ceiling. Eventually the features of everything disappears, including the mist. They stand an empty void, standing on nothing but still standing. Facing KK is a replica of herself and at both your feet, a pen. A voice that seems inhuman with many changes in tone speaks. "I find A thrEE dimensionaL viEw TO Help."
KK walks over to the replica, equal parts surprised and curious. "Fascinating... how does this work?"
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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 son of the Fallen God of Flesh, Carrion, was born from the very flesh of his father. Carrion tore apart his body to give life to someone who could be better than he ever was. The Fallen God knew he was dying so this was the only way to selfishly persevere himself while also doing something that made him seem selfless. He built the towering behemoth, different parts sewn together like a ragdoll. Something that resembled a humanoid but so different that his son would never forget who he was made out of.
Limbs as thick as tree trunks, a huge torso with a slit down the center where a mouth with sharp teeth could eat, and a featureless face covered with a cloth hood.
With Carrion's dying breath, he sent his son to the material plane, sprouting from the ground like a tree. In hand, a large pair of silver scissors rusted with age. His butchers rendering weapon to tear those in twain.
Traitor is sitting at where that abandoned house from a few scenes ago was- simply chilling amidst the desolation she caused.
KK has thrown away several different designs for what her new form would look like, and is currently designing more.
Cerberus wanders by and picks one up that fell to the floor.
The design seems to depict a monstrous figure that's only vaguely reminiscent of a humanoid creature. The one detail that catches their eye the most, though, is the prevalence of many, many arms and hands.
KK doesn't immediately notice them, absorbed in her work.
Cerberus taps her shoulder and signs 'Mind if I help?' While lifting the one he found.
She looks over her shoulder back at Cerberus. "Oh, hello! And not at all- I'd love some help!"
He reaches into one of his pouches and produces a seed, which nearly instantly grows to the shape of a violin. Cerberus starts playing it, a slow tune with plenty of low chords. From the instrument white mist emerges, covering the floor, walls, and ceiling. Eventually the features of everything disappears, including the mist. They stand an empty void, standing on nothing but still standing. Facing KK is a replica of herself and at both your feet, a pen. A voice that seems inhuman with many changes in tone speaks. "I find A thrEE dimensionaL viEw TO Help."
KK walks over to the replica, equal parts surprised and curious. "Fascinating... how does this work?"
The pen on the ground rises while a thought cloud forms from mist next to it. The pen draws an addition sign between it and this cloud. "THOughts chanNel ThroUGH THe pen to ME, and I change the IlluSION."
The son of the Fallen God of Flesh, Carrion, was born from the very flesh of his father. Carrion tore apart his body to give life to someone who could be better than he ever was. The Fallen God knew he was dying so this was the only way to selfishly persevere himself while also doing something that made him seem selfless. He built the towering behemoth, different parts sewn together like a ragdoll. Something that resembled a humanoid but so different that his son would never forget who he was made out of.
Limbs as thick as tree trunks, a huge torso with a slit down the center where a mouth with sharp teeth could eat, and a featureless face covered with a cloth hood.
With Carrion's dying breath, he sent his son to the material plane, sprouting from the ground like a tree. In hand, a large pair of silver scissors rusted with age. His butchers rendering weapon to tear those in twain.
Its sensory tentacle turns to face her, revealing a trio of small fisheye screens. They seem to show a Strugel from multiple angles, none of them revealing anything but a silhouette hunched over a desk in a dark room. "I used to have aspirations too, but I was too good to keep them for long. I had too much help. Now I have an appetite for ambition and no way to sate it."
"That... that sort of reminds me of someone I know. Always seeking to hone her craft, but never satisfied with anything she makes. But I'm getting distracted- who are you?"
The shadow looks up for a second, revealing golden, many-pupiled eyes. He looks at something offscreen, seemingly reading something. "Hotel Podmorski. I think. I haven't held a conversation for this long in... 60 years. The last person I talked to died rather horribly before we could finish. All I've done all this time was build, build, build."
"It's nice to meet you. I go by many names, but the most common is Traitor. Judging by the machine I stand before, you seem to be quite the innovator."
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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 shadow looks up for a second, revealing golden, many-pupiled eyes. He looks at something offscreen, seemingly reading something. "Hotel Podmorski. I think. I haven't held a conversation for this long in... 60 years. The last person I talked to died rather horribly before we could finish. All I've done all this time was build, build, build."
"It's nice to meet you. I go by many names, but the most common is Traitor. Judging by the machine I stand before, you seem to be quite the innovator."
"I try." He holds up some unfinished blueprints to the camera. It looks like a soft-serve machine with very simple internals. "I helped invent the pressure fryer when I was six. My mom always said I was a genius, and the Fey agreed. Nowadays I mostly make Dreameater machines to hunt for me, but sometimes the fair folk work up the nerve to talk to me and ask me for help."
"I see..." She plucks the pen from the air, and begins sketching out a concept for her new form.
Once she finishes the sketch, mist rises from the floor and fills it out. Once it finishes that, the form takes a deep breath giving it a 3 dimensional form and it twists all its joints 360 degrees before settling to its normal position. "Too MUCh?"
The son of the Fallen God of Flesh, Carrion, was born from the very flesh of his father. Carrion tore apart his body to give life to someone who could be better than he ever was. The Fallen God knew he was dying so this was the only way to selfishly persevere himself while also doing something that made him seem selfless. He built the towering behemoth, different parts sewn together like a ragdoll. Something that resembled a humanoid but so different that his son would never forget who he was made out of.
Limbs as thick as tree trunks, a huge torso with a slit down the center where a mouth with sharp teeth could eat, and a featureless face covered with a cloth hood.
With Carrion's dying breath, he sent his son to the material plane, sprouting from the ground like a tree. In hand, a large pair of silver scissors rusted with age. His butchers rendering weapon to tear those in twain.
The Flesh Son wanders around the forest, his massive clawed hand feeling over the trees.
The shadow looks up for a second, revealing golden, many-pupiled eyes. He looks at something offscreen, seemingly reading something. "Hotel Podmorski. I think. I haven't held a conversation for this long in... 60 years. The last person I talked to died rather horribly before we could finish. All I've done all this time was build, build, build."
"It's nice to meet you. I go by many names, but the most common is Traitor. Judging by the machine I stand before, you seem to be quite the innovator."
"I try." He holds up some unfinished blueprints to the camera. It looks like a soft-serve machine with very simple internals. "I helped invent the pressure fryer when I was six. My mom always said I was a genius, and the Fey agreed. Nowadays I mostly make Dreameater machines to hunt for me, but sometimes the fair folk work up the nerve to talk to me and ask me for help."
"Dreameater machines? Are you trying to hunt... dreams?" Even the relatively simple design for the soft-serve machine has the Traitor intrigued, and she takes in its details with great interest.
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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)
"I see..." She plucks the pen from the air, and begins sketching out a concept for her new form.
Once she finishes the sketch, mist rises from the floor and fills it out. Once it finishes that, the form takes a deep breath giving it a 3 dimensional form and it twists all its joints 360 degrees before settling to its normal position. "Too MUCh?"
She looks at the creation- a towering creature with numerous long, spindly arms all along its body and a carapace of shimmering stained glass- thinking about it for a moment. "Hmm... perhaps not enough." She starts sketching out another concept.
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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)
"I try." He holds up some unfinished blueprints to the camera. It looks like a soft-serve machine with very simple internals. "I helped invent the pressure fryer when I was six. My mom always said I was a genius, and the Fey agreed. Nowadays I mostly make Dreameater machines to hunt for me, but sometimes the fair folk work up the nerve to talk to me and ask me for help."
"Dreameater machines? Are you trying to hunt... dreams?" Even the relatively simple design for the soft-serve machine has the Traitor intrigued, and she takes in its details with great interest.
It's a very clever design, using as few parts as possible for maximum efficiency. Podmorski nods. "I eat faeries, dream beings, and of course, nightmares. I've already eaten most of them out of my domain, so I've started looking elsewhere. I recently got a good enough hold on this reality to send a couple of machines through, like the one you see before you now."
"I see..." She plucks the pen from the air, and begins sketching out a concept for her new form.
Once she finishes the sketch, mist rises from the floor and fills it out. Once it finishes that, the form takes a deep breath giving it a 3 dimensional form and it twists all its joints 360 degrees before settling to its normal position. "Too MUCh?"
She looks at the creation- a towering creature with numerous long, spindly arms all along its body and a carapace of shimmering stained glass- thinking about it for a moment. "Hmm... perhaps not enough." She starts sketching out another concept.
The first one animates and walks away, disappearing into the void. "PERHAPS start With a Human BASE?"
"I try." He holds up some unfinished blueprints to the camera. It looks like a soft-serve machine with very simple internals. "I helped invent the pressure fryer when I was six. My mom always said I was a genius, and the Fey agreed. Nowadays I mostly make Dreameater machines to hunt for me, but sometimes the fair folk work up the nerve to talk to me and ask me for help."
"Dreameater machines? Are you trying to hunt... dreams?" Even the relatively simple design for the soft-serve machine has the Traitor intrigued, and she takes in its details with great interest.
It's a very clever design, using as few parts as possible for maximum efficiency. Podmorski nods. "I eat faeries, dream beings, and of course, nightmares. I've already eaten most of them out of my domain, so I've started looking elsewhere. I recently got a good enough hold on this reality to send a couple of machines through, like the one you see before you now."
*I gotta start cooking dinner soon*
"I see... well, I'm not sure if she counts, but I can think of one particularly strong nightmarish being that you may find it worth it to pursue."
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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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"That... that sort of reminds me of someone I know. Always seeking to hone her craft, but never satisfied with anything she makes. But I'm getting distracted- 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)
He reaches into one of his pouches and produces a seed, which nearly instantly grows to the shape of a violin. Cerberus starts playing it, a slow tune with plenty of low chords. From the instrument white mist emerges, covering the floor, walls, and ceiling. Eventually the features of everything disappears, including the mist. They stand an empty void, standing on nothing but still standing. Facing KK is a replica of herself and at both your feet, a pen. A voice that seems inhuman with many changes in tone speaks. "I find A thrEE dimensionaL viEw TO Help."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*In the name of the father, the son, and the holy ghost, I demand a waffle.*
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
The shadow looks up for a second, revealing golden, many-pupiled eyes. He looks at something offscreen, seemingly reading something. "Hotel Podmorski. I think. I haven't held a conversation for this long in... 60 years. The last person I talked to died rather horribly before we could finish. All I've done all this time was build, build, build."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Too bad. You're getting two.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The son of the Fallen God of Flesh, Carrion, was born from the very flesh of his father. Carrion tore apart his body to give life to someone who could be better than he ever was. The Fallen God knew he was dying so this was the only way to selfishly persevere himself while also doing something that made him seem selfless. He built the towering behemoth, different parts sewn together like a ragdoll. Something that resembled a humanoid but so different that his son would never forget who he was made out of.
Limbs as thick as tree trunks, a huge torso with a slit down the center where a mouth with sharp teeth could eat, and a featureless face covered with a cloth hood.
With Carrion's dying breath, he sent his son to the material plane, sprouting from the ground like a tree. In hand, a large pair of silver scissors rusted with age. His butchers rendering weapon to tear those in twain.
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
KK walks over to the replica, equal parts surprised and curious. "Fascinating... how does this work?"
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)
*Cool!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The pen on the ground rises while a thought cloud forms from mist next to it. The pen draws an addition sign between it and this cloud. "THOughts chanNel ThroUGH THe pen to ME, and I change the IlluSION."
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*THE FLESH GOD HAS A FLESH SON!*
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
"It's nice to meet you. I go by many names, but the most common is Traitor. Judging by the machine I stand before, you seem to be quite the innovator."
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)
*Snippet for KK and Cerberus(?)*
"I see..." She plucks the pen from the air, and begins sketching out a concept for her new form.
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 try." He holds up some unfinished blueprints to the camera. It looks like a soft-serve machine with very simple internals. "I helped invent the pressure fryer when I was six. My mom always said I was a genius, and the Fey agreed. Nowadays I mostly make Dreameater machines to hunt for me, but sometimes the fair folk work up the nerve to talk to me and ask me for help."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Once she finishes the sketch, mist rises from the floor and fills it out. Once it finishes that, the form takes a deep breath giving it a 3 dimensional form and it twists all its joints 360 degrees before settling to its normal position. "Too MUCh?"
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The Flesh Son wanders around the forest, his massive clawed hand feeling over the trees.
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
"Dreameater machines? Are you trying to hunt... dreams?" Even the relatively simple design for the soft-serve machine has the Traitor intrigued, and she takes in its details with great interest.
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 looks at the creation- a towering creature with numerous long, spindly arms all along its body and a carapace of shimmering stained glass- thinking about it for a moment. "Hmm... perhaps not enough." She starts sketching out another concept.
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)
It's a very clever design, using as few parts as possible for maximum efficiency. Podmorski nods. "I eat faeries, dream beings, and of course, nightmares. I've already eaten most of them out of my domain, so I've started looking elsewhere. I recently got a good enough hold on this reality to send a couple of machines through, like the one you see before you now."
*I gotta start cooking dinner soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The first one animates and walks away, disappearing into the void. "PERHAPS start With a Human BASE?"
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"I see... well, I'm not sure if she counts, but I can think of one particularly strong nightmarish being that you may find it worth it to pursue."
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)