KK is nowhere to be seen. The door to the warehouse is ajar.
*Do you want any of mine?*
*Sure! I don't have a preference, though, so feel free to pick whoever.*
*Okay*
The Abomination walks into the Inn, or rather shambles there, taking a seat and beginning to drink some mead.
The Highwayman is looking for something to steal in the warehouse, just beginning to ransack.
Traitor waves at him with a clawed hand as he passes by.
The inside of the warehouse is filled with various paintings and sculptures and pottery and collages- almost every kind of art one can think off. All of it at least partly made, none of it fully complete. There is also a faint sound of music coming from the speakers of an unseen radio.
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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)
KK is nowhere to be seen. The door to the warehouse is ajar.
*Do you want any of mine?*
*Sure! I don't have a preference, though, so feel free to pick whoever.*
*Okay*
The Abomination walks into the Inn, or rather shambles there, taking a seat and beginning to drink some mead.
The Highwayman is looking for something to steal in the warehouse, just beginning to ransack.
Traitor waves at him with a clawed hand as he passes by.
The inside of the warehouse is filled with various paintings and sculptures and pottery and collages- almost every kind of art one can think off. All of it at least partly made, none of it fully complete. There is also a faint sound of music coming from the speakers of an unseen radio.
He sheepishly waves back to them, smiling at the Traitor softly before taking a seat.
He begins grabbing anything that looks more expensive, paintings for high quality that look more finished than others, putting them into his backpack and just making sure the residence don’t come back.
KK is nowhere to be seen. The door to the warehouse is ajar.
*Do you want any of mine?*
*Sure! I don't have a preference, though, so feel free to pick whoever.*
*Okay*
The Abomination walks into the Inn, or rather shambles there, taking a seat and beginning to drink some mead.
The Highwayman is looking for something to steal in the warehouse, just beginning to ransack.
Traitor waves at him with a clawed hand as he passes by.
The inside of the warehouse is filled with various paintings and sculptures and pottery and collages- almost every kind of art one can think off. All of it at least partly made, none of it fully complete. There is also a faint sound of music coming from the speakers of an unseen radio.
He sheepishly waves back to them, smiling at the Traitor softly before taking a seat.
He begins grabbing anything that looks more expensive, paintings for high quality that look more finished than others, putting them into his backpack and just making sure the residence don’t come back.
Her eyes light up a little bit more in response.
As he loots the warehouse's contents, the music on the radio gradually shifts to static. Then the static gets louder, and louder, until it becomes a near-deafening crackling hiss: So much sound it almost loops back around to being silence again. KK walks up behind the Highwayman. "Hellothere."
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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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*Thats sounds like someone needs to die. Where.*
*My mother but don't worry, I am getting a lawyer :D*
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
*Okay*
The Abomination walks into the Inn, or rather shambles there, taking a seat and beginning to drink some mead.
The Highwayman is looking for something to steal in the warehouse, just beginning to ransack.
*Moms are like that sometimes, good you have a plan, would you like to rp? And if so do you want to continue from earlier?*
CadeI appears behind the Highwayman
"whatcha doing?"
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
He jumps back, his mask on his face as he raises his gun to their face “Huh!”
Traitor waves at him with a clawed hand as he passes by.
The inside of the warehouse is filled with various paintings and sculptures and pottery and collages- almost every kind of art one can think off. All of it at least partly made, none of it fully complete. There is also a faint sound of music coming from the speakers of an unseen radio.
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 pokes the gun*
what's this thing...a weapon?
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
He backs up slowly from the man “Why are you here, what do you want?”
I'm so bored, I wanna play a game with someone!
he pouts
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
He sheepishly waves back to them, smiling at the Traitor softly before taking a seat.
He begins grabbing anything that looks more expensive, paintings for high quality that look more finished than others, putting them into his backpack and just making sure the residence don’t come back.
*Dude, quotation marks.*
“Then go somewhere else, I’m doing something around here.”
*mb*
he pouts more
"but I'm bored!"
he whines
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
“Find someone else brat.” He says, turning back to his work.
"I'll pay you if you win!"
he calls as the man turns away
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
He turns back to them, raising an eyebrow “Prove it, show me.”
he's going to cast creation at 6th level
*edit i forgot the quote srry*
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
Her eyes light up a little bit more in response.
As he loots the warehouse's contents, the music on the radio gradually shifts to static. Then the static gets louder, and louder, until it becomes a near-deafening crackling hiss: So much sound it almost loops back around to being silence again. KK walks up behind the Highwayman. "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)