*Would anyone be interested in roleplaying for a bit?*
*I would if you don’t mind it.*
*Sure! Anyone you want in particular?*
*Absolutely not, I love all of yours equally.*
*Uuuuuuh click the light, click the door, click the nose.*
A man's singing to the tune of 'Jolene' is walking down the path. He wears a dirty red jumpsuit along with some black overalls. His metal arms glint in the moonlight along with the cherry of a lit cigarette. He carries a massive toolbox in one hand, his face covered under shadow by a cowboy hat.
Shadow, Sparrow beautiful jet black horse, makes its way over to them, seemingly enjoying the sound of the music. Sparrow quickly following after them, holding a sponge “Oh come on Shadow, we done this before, you know how this always ends.” He tips his hat at the stranger “Howdy.”
The man looks up, his eyes glinting from under the hat, the cigarette barely lighting up the shadows "Well I'll be... Is that Sparrow Valentine?" He says, chuckling heartily.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I am hoping to re-establish the demon hunter guild I was once a part of, founded on the principles of respect and temperance. Nowadays, hunters take what they want and don't care about collateral damage. It saddens my heart. The reason I was scouting was to find a place for a temporary guild hall. That way I would have a place to gather recruits." He looks past her. "Did you make all that? It's incredible."
"O- Oh, I see." She looks back at where he's looking. "Oh, thank you! Yes, they're all projects of mine. I haven't gotten around to finishing most of them, but that's not important. I'm something of an artist."
"If this is what your works look like unfinished, I'd say you're quite a brilliant one. It may be because I've been in prison for over 100 years, but I've never seen such incredible techniques. I spent a lot of time trying to appreciate art, but I never learned how to make it myself. I always admired people who were skilled at the craft."
"Why, thank you! The concepts and projects themselves are KK originals, though I learned the techniques from... from a fellow artist. It took me a while to reach the level of skill I have now, and I'm still more experienced in some mediums than others." *You can make an Insight check, if you want*
Insight: 11
"Really? Are these not your best works? The colors, the shapes... I've never seen anything like them!"
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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.
"That is an awful approach to population control, but I see your point. People are going to suffer and die no matter what. What little harvest we have left after the blight is being eaten by demons or the British." He seems perfectly calm with these facts. "I thought by now they would have been willing to help. But they don't think it's their problem so long as they keep getting their potatoes. And of course, they get first pick."
It's a lot of beef, but there's pork, chicken, and even some seafood in there. "A lot of people seem to think that."
"And they are here now? Maybe not healthy and happy, but they aren't in Hell, right?"
He spits on the ground at the mention of the British before saying “You don’t understand me mate. I meant I’m killin’ demons and British until people can get back to farming what they can.”
She enjoys every last bite, ripping through it like a cheetah through a gazelle. Once she finishes she politely cleans her mouth “Because you are sweetheart.”
He gives a mirthless chuckles, though he does smile softly “You’re right.”
He shakes his head. "You can't plow a field with a sword, nor water it with blood. The violence required would have to be on such an industrial scale that... well, after all that, we'd still have the blight to deal with, and no one would want to get near us."
"I'll take your word for it." Felix writes a reciept. The entire meal was covered by the gold she gave him.
"And you have the nerve to say you have nothing to lose." He tsks and shakes his head. "What a shame. I was going to offer you the power to save them yet again, but looks like they're... well, nothing to you."
He tilts his hat, “Actually, bout the blood thing. You can. Just as good as anything else actually, but I get yer meanin’, but it’s better to farm when at peace than fight we were all starvin’ huh?”
She pushes back the receipt “That gold was for you sweetheart, a gift from me, I can just pay with another.” She smiles, putting down another.
“They mean everything to me, but even with your power, I couldn’t do anything for them. The day the Valentine sisters die, I die, and I don’t get to come back. My life, is truly meaningless.” He says, looking into their eyes.
*Would anyone be interested in roleplaying for a bit?*
*I would if you don’t mind it.*
*Sure! Anyone you want in particular?*
*Absolutely not, I love all of yours equally.*
*Uuuuuuh click the light, click the door, click the nose.*
A man's singing to the tune of 'Jolene' is walking down the path. He wears a dirty red jumpsuit along with some black overalls. His metal arms glint in the moonlight along with the cherry of a lit cigarette. He carries a massive toolbox in one hand, his face covered under shadow by a cowboy hat.
Shadow, Sparrow beautiful jet black horse, makes its way over to them, seemingly enjoying the sound of the music. Sparrow quickly following after them, holding a sponge “Oh come on Shadow, we done this before, you know how this always ends.” He tips his hat at the stranger “Howdy.”
The man looks up, his eyes glinting from under the hat, the cigarette barely lighting up the shadows "Well I'll be... Is that Sparrow Valentine?" He says, chuckling heartily.
He looks to them, smiling and tilting his own hat up “Another person to recognize me an’ not put a bullet in my chest soon as we meet. It’s the one an only.” He mockingly bows “Who’re you pardner?”
*Would anyone be interested in roleplaying for a bit?*
*I would if you don’t mind it.*
*Sure! Anyone you want in particular?*
*Absolutely not, I love all of yours equally.*
*Uuuuuuh click the light, click the door, click the nose.*
A man's singing to the tune of 'Jolene' is walking down the path. He wears a dirty red jumpsuit along with some black overalls. His metal arms glint in the moonlight along with the cherry of a lit cigarette. He carries a massive toolbox in one hand, his face covered under shadow by a cowboy hat.
Shadow, Sparrow beautiful jet black horse, makes its way over to them, seemingly enjoying the sound of the music. Sparrow quickly following after them, holding a sponge “Oh come on Shadow, we done this before, you know how this always ends.” He tips his hat at the stranger “Howdy.”
The man looks up, his eyes glinting from under the hat, the cigarette barely lighting up the shadows "Well I'll be... Is that Sparrow Valentine?" He says, chuckling heartily.
He looks to them, smiling and tilting his own hat up “Another person to recognize me an’ not put a bullet in my chest soon as we meet. It’s the one an only.” He mockingly bows “Who’re you pardner?”
He takes off his hat, revealing his is the one and only Arthur Hugh, the greatest artificer in any side of town and former member of Sparrow's gang 'Here I thought I made an impression!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I am hoping to re-establish the demon hunter guild I was once a part of, founded on the principles of respect and temperance. Nowadays, hunters take what they want and don't care about collateral damage. It saddens my heart. The reason I was scouting was to find a place for a temporary guild hall. That way I would have a place to gather recruits." He looks past her. "Did you make all that? It's incredible."
"O- Oh, I see." She looks back at where he's looking. "Oh, thank you! Yes, they're all projects of mine. I haven't gotten around to finishing most of them, but that's not important. I'm something of an artist."
"If this is what your works look like unfinished, I'd say you're quite a brilliant one. It may be because I've been in prison for over 100 years, but I've never seen such incredible techniques. I spent a lot of time trying to appreciate art, but I never learned how to make it myself. I always admired people who were skilled at the craft."
"Why, thank you! The concepts and projects themselves are KK originals, though I learned the techniques from... from a fellow artist. It took me a while to reach the level of skill I have now, and I'm still more experienced in some mediums than others." *You can make an Insight check, if you want*
Insight: 8
"Really? Are these not your best works? The colors, the shapes... I've never seen anything like them!"
She seems a little bit on guard, being careful about her word choice- and it seems like this caution started when he first mentioned the demon hunter's guild.
"I think I did a good job with all of them, though I can't deny that I have favorites. I'm most fond of my paintings and sketches, as well as the radio channel I cohost."
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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)
*Would anyone be interested in roleplaying for a bit?*
*I would if you don’t mind it.*
*Sure! Anyone you want in particular?*
*Absolutely not, I love all of yours equally.*
*Uuuuuuh click the light, click the door, click the nose.*
A man's singing to the tune of 'Jolene' is walking down the path. He wears a dirty red jumpsuit along with some black overalls. His metal arms glint in the moonlight along with the cherry of a lit cigarette. He carries a massive toolbox in one hand, his face covered under shadow by a cowboy hat.
Shadow, Sparrow beautiful jet black horse, makes its way over to them, seemingly enjoying the sound of the music. Sparrow quickly following after them, holding a sponge “Oh come on Shadow, we done this before, you know how this always ends.” He tips his hat at the stranger “Howdy.”
The man looks up, his eyes glinting from under the hat, the cigarette barely lighting up the shadows "Well I'll be... Is that Sparrow Valentine?" He says, chuckling heartily.
He looks to them, smiling and tilting his own hat up “Another person to recognize me an’ not put a bullet in my chest soon as we meet. It’s the one an only.” He mockingly bows “Who’re you pardner?”
He takes off his hat, revealing his is the one and only Arthur Hugh, the greatest artificer in any side of town and former member of Sparrow's gang 'Here I thought I made an impression!"
He chuckles, seeing his good old friend “An here I expected to not see ya again for a real long time.” He softly pets Shadow, who wanders over to rub against Arthur.
*Would anyone be interested in roleplaying for a bit?*
*I would if you don’t mind it.*
*Sure! Anyone you want in particular?*
*Absolutely not, I love all of yours equally.*
*Uuuuuuh click the light, click the door, click the nose.*
A man's singing to the tune of 'Jolene' is walking down the path. He wears a dirty red jumpsuit along with some black overalls. His metal arms glint in the moonlight along with the cherry of a lit cigarette. He carries a massive toolbox in one hand, his face covered under shadow by a cowboy hat.
Shadow, Sparrow beautiful jet black horse, makes its way over to them, seemingly enjoying the sound of the music. Sparrow quickly following after them, holding a sponge “Oh come on Shadow, we done this before, you know how this always ends.” He tips his hat at the stranger “Howdy.”
The man looks up, his eyes glinting from under the hat, the cigarette barely lighting up the shadows "Well I'll be... Is that Sparrow Valentine?" He says, chuckling heartily.
He looks to them, smiling and tilting his own hat up “Another person to recognize me an’ not put a bullet in my chest soon as we meet. It’s the one an only.” He mockingly bows “Who’re you pardner?”
He takes off his hat, revealing his is the one and only Arthur Hugh, the greatest artificer in any side of town and former member of Sparrow's gang 'Here I thought I made an impression!"
He chuckles, seeing his good old friend “An here I expected to not see ya again for a real long time.” He softly pets Shadow, who wanders over to rub against Arthur.
"Hah! Here I thought you damn near forgot about me!" He pets Shadow, cooing over her "Aww look at ya girlie! Ya got so big!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He shakes his head. "You can't plow a field with a sword, nor water it with blood. The violence required would have to be on such an industrial scale that... well, after all that, we'd still have the blight to deal with, and no one would want to get near us."
"I'll take your word for it." Felix writes a reciept. The entire meal was covered by the gold she gave him.
"And you have the nerve to say you have nothing to lose." He tsks and shakes his head. "What a shame. I was going to offer you the power to save them yet again, but looks like they're... well, nothing to you."
He tilts his hat, “Actually, bout the blood thing. You can. Just as good as anything else actually, but I get yer meanin’, but it’s better to farm when at peace than fight we were all starvin’ huh?”
She pushes back the receipt “That gold was for you sweetheart, a gift from me, I can just pay with another.” She smiles, putting down another.
“They mean everything to me, but even with your power, I couldn’t do anything for them. The day the Valentine sisters die, I die, and I don’t get to come back. My life, is truly meaningless.” He says, looking into their eyes.
"There's nothing to farm, friend. Phytophthora Infestans. We need outside help, and nonviolent help at that. While we do need demon hunters, we also need sturdier crops."
"I appreciate the gesture, but I don't need any extra gold. I have plenty of wealth to go around these days."
Podmorski grins, lowering his sunglasses to reveal the ornate, many-pupiled, golden eyes. "If your life is truly meaningless, who cares if you survive the process? Don't you want to save your friends? Get back at the Valentine Sisters? All I need is a little three-letter word. That's all it takes."
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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.
*Hey Baalz, if you're still alive when you get this message, may I torture Felix? :D. I swear I won't do any physical harm! See? It says it right in my contract!*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Really? Are these not your best works? The colors, the shapes... I've never seen anything like them!"
She seems a little bit on guard, being careful about her word choice- and it seems like this caution started when he first mentioned the demon hunter's guild.
"I think I did a good job with all of them, though I can't deny that I have favorites. I'm most fond of my paintings and sketches, as well as the radio channel I cohost."
His unending smile seems to weaken slightly. "What is this station called? I might want to tune in when I have the time."
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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.
*Hey Baalz, if you're still alive when you get this message, may I torture Felix? :D. I swear I won't do any physical harm! See? It says it right in my contract!*
*Hmmm... you can try.*
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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.
*Hey Baalz, if you're still alive when you get this message, may I torture Felix? :D. I swear I won't do any physical harm! See? It says it right in my contract!*
*Hmmm... you can try.*
William, now having full control of his new body, is sitting at the tavern bar. He is journalling in his new journal since his last one burned down. He runs a hand through his mock-hawk, drawing what appears to be a sketch of Felix.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Really? Are these not your best works? The colors, the shapes... I've never seen anything like them!"
She seems a little bit on guard, being careful about her word choice- and it seems like this caution started when he first mentioned the demon hunter's guild.
"I think I did a good job with all of them, though I can't deny that I have favorites. I'm most fond of my paintings and sketches, as well as the radio channel I cohost."
His unending smile seems to weaken slightly. "What is this station called? I might want to tune in when I have the time."
"It's called T-FM. We broadcast most hours of the day." She seems to notice that he noticed something, and though she doesn't have any sort of face, there still seems to be a brief second where her expression reads 'oh, [1GP]'.
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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)
William, now having full control of his new body, is sitting at the tavern bar. He is journalling in his new journal since his last one burned down. He runs a hand through his mock-hawk, drawing what appears to be a sketch of Felix.
Felix waddles over with a notepad. "May I take your order, sir?"
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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.
William, now having full control of his new body, is sitting at the tavern bar. He is journalling in his new journal since his last one burned down. He runs a hand through his mock-hawk, drawing what appears to be a sketch of Felix.
Felix waddles over with a notepad. "May I take your order, sir?"
William looks up and looks down at him "Oh, I didn't realize you now worked in here, huh." He shrugs "Anything that's good I suppose... Everything tastes like ash."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Indeed." He nods "She worked on the Summer Court under Tatiana and I worked under the Gloaming Court."
"Fascinating! I don't think I've ever been to the Feywild- what's it like?"
"Hmm... Horribly confusing if you don't go along with the confusion." He laughs "I grew up there and I see no need to go back personally."
"Going along with confusion is something I'm also familiar with- though, that confusion was mostly about what my boss was planning."
"Heh, sounds like she would've loved Feywild then." He nods "May I ask, if you don't mind, we're you made by her?"
"I was... 'made' by her. Elder Evils can't create life, only change it. So, I'm the product of her changing someone else. Thankfully, that someone else is doing okay now, but there was certainly a long time where they weren't."
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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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The man looks up, his eyes glinting from under the hat, the cigarette barely lighting up the shadows "Well I'll be... Is that Sparrow Valentine?" He says, chuckling heartily.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hmm... Horribly confusing if you don't go along with the confusion." He laughs "I grew up there and I see no need to go back personally."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Insight: 11
"Really? Are these not your best works? The colors, the shapes... I've never seen anything like them!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He tilts his hat, “Actually, bout the blood thing. You can. Just as good as anything else actually, but I get yer meanin’, but it’s better to farm when at peace than fight we were all starvin’ huh?”
She pushes back the receipt “That gold was for you sweetheart, a gift from me, I can just pay with another.” She smiles, putting down another.
“They mean everything to me, but even with your power, I couldn’t do anything for them. The day the Valentine sisters die, I die, and I don’t get to come back. My life, is truly meaningless.” He says, looking into their eyes.
He looks to them, smiling and tilting his own hat up “Another person to recognize me an’ not put a bullet in my chest soon as we meet. It’s the one an only.” He mockingly bows “Who’re you pardner?”
He takes off his hat, revealing his is the one and only Arthur Hugh, the greatest artificer in any side of town and former member of Sparrow's gang 'Here I thought I made an impression!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She seems a little bit on guard, being careful about her word choice- and it seems like this caution started when he first mentioned the demon hunter's guild.
"I think I did a good job with all of them, though I can't deny that I have favorites. I'm most fond of my paintings and sketches, as well as the radio channel I cohost."
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 chuckles, seeing his good old friend “An here I expected to not see ya again for a real long time.” He softly pets Shadow, who wanders over to rub against Arthur.
"Hah! Here I thought you damn near forgot about me!" He pets Shadow, cooing over her "Aww look at ya girlie! Ya got so big!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"There's nothing to farm, friend. Phytophthora Infestans. We need outside help, and nonviolent help at that. While we do need demon hunters, we also need sturdier crops."
"I appreciate the gesture, but I don't need any extra gold. I have plenty of wealth to go around these days."
Podmorski grins, lowering his sunglasses to reveal the ornate, many-pupiled, golden eyes. "If your life is truly meaningless, who cares if you survive the process? Don't you want to save your friends? Get back at the Valentine Sisters? All I need is a little three-letter word. That's all it takes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Going along with confusion is something I'm also familiar with- though, that confusion was mostly about what my boss was planning."
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)
*Hey Baalz, if you're still alive when you get this message, may I torture Felix? :D. I swear I won't do any physical harm! See? It says it right in my contract!*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
His unending smile seems to weaken slightly. "What is this station called? I might want to tune in when I have the time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Heh, sounds like she would've loved Feywild then." He nods "May I ask, if you don't mind, we're you made by her?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hmmm... you can try.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
William, now having full control of his new body, is sitting at the tavern bar. He is journalling in his new journal since his last one burned down. He runs a hand through his mock-hawk, drawing what appears to be a sketch of Felix.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It's called T-FM. We broadcast most hours of the day." She seems to notice that he noticed something, and though she doesn't have any sort of face, there still seems to be a brief second where her expression reads 'oh, [1GP]'.
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)
Felix waddles over with a notepad. "May I take your order, sir?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
William looks up and looks down at him "Oh, I didn't realize you now worked in here, huh." He shrugs "Anything that's good I suppose... Everything tastes like ash."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I was... 'made' by her. Elder Evils can't create life, only change it. So, I'm the product of her changing someone else. Thankfully, that someone else is doing okay now, but there was certainly a long time where they weren't."
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)