KK is sitting on the roof of the Inn, looking back over some of her old sketches.
They hear the sound of shifting rags, if they look in the direction it comes from, they see a dark skinned human in black rags bandaged onto them, remains of what appears to be a shattered greatsword held loosely in one hand, chained to their arm. Their pupils appear red, appearing to be twinkling blood stars in their eyes.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
KK is sitting on the roof of the Inn, looking back over some of her old sketches.
They hear the sound of shifting rags, if they look in the direction it comes from, they see a dark skinned human in black rags bandaged onto them, remains of what appears to be a shattered greatsword held loosely in one hand, chained to their arm. Their pupils appear red, appearing to be twinkling blood stars in their eyes.
She turns to face him, looking curiously at the greatsword for a moment. "Hi 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)
KK is sitting on the roof of the Inn, looking back over some of her old sketches.
They hear the sound of shifting rags, if they look in the direction it comes from, they see a dark skinned human in black rags bandaged onto them, remains of what appears to be a shattered greatsword held loosely in one hand, chained to their arm. Their pupils appear red, appearing to be twinkling blood stars in their eyes.
She turns to face him, looking curiously at the greatsword for a moment. "Hi there!"
They look up, locking eyes with them, and signing "Hello." He stops shambling, bandaging up his rags tightly.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
KK is sitting on the roof of the Inn, looking back over some of her old sketches.
They hear the sound of shifting rags, if they look in the direction it comes from, they see a dark skinned human in black rags bandaged onto them, remains of what appears to be a shattered greatsword held loosely in one hand, chained to their arm. Their pupils appear red, appearing to be twinkling blood stars in their eyes.
She turns to face him, looking curiously at the greatsword for a moment. "Hi there!"
They look up, locking eyes with them, and signing "Hello." He stops shambling, bandaging up his rags tightly.
It's a tad hard for them to lock eyes with her, given how she has no eyes- no face at all, actually- but it's still clear that her attention is focused on them. "What's your name?" She inquires.
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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 sitting on the roof of the Inn, looking back over some of her old sketches.
They hear the sound of shifting rags, if they look in the direction it comes from, they see a dark skinned human in black rags bandaged onto them, remains of what appears to be a shattered greatsword held loosely in one hand, chained to their arm. Their pupils appear red, appearing to be twinkling blood stars in their eyes.
She turns to face him, looking curiously at the greatsword for a moment. "Hi there!"
They look up, locking eyes with them, and signing "Hello." He stops shambling, bandaging up his rags tightly.
It's a tad hard for them to lock eyes with her, given how she has no eyes- no face at all, actually- but it's still clear that her attention is focused on them. "What's your name?" She inquires.
He manages well enough, more just focused on them as whole when he doesn't see their face "G-E-R-A-L-T" He says, letting his sword swing from it's change while he talks to them though signs.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Session over, player tried to make contact with the Raven Queen.*
*Instructions unclear, they are a warlock and their patron is Orcus.*
*Hmm, are they a Pallid Elf?*
*Shadar-Kai. Player is still processing that they died in a dungeon they designed for themselves. I let their brand-spankin'-new patron pick them up where they were killed in the first room by a shadow that, once again, they placed.*
*They had no idea who it was until I asked them "Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?" And even then they still took his hand.*
*Session over, player tried to make contact with the Raven Queen.*
*Instructions unclear, they are a warlock and their patron is Orcus.*
*Hmm, are they a Pallid Elf?*
*Shadar-Kai. Player is still processing that they died in a dungeon they designed for themselves. I let their brand-spankin'-new patron pick them up where they were killed in the first room by a shadow that, once again, they placed.*
*They had no idea who it was until I asked them "Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?" And even then they still took his hand.*
*Welp, that sounds like an incredible campaign, very interesting, kinda dumb, its got all the things a good campaign needs.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Hold on, I got a pop-up session*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Take your time my good friend, I am a patient man.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
KK is sitting on the roof of the Inn, looking back over some of her old sketches.
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)
They hear the sound of shifting rags, if they look in the direction it comes from, they see a dark skinned human in black rags bandaged onto them, remains of what appears to be a shattered greatsword held loosely in one hand, chained to their arm. Their pupils appear red, appearing to be twinkling blood stars in their eyes.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She turns to face him, looking curiously at the greatsword for a moment. "Hi 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)
They look up, locking eyes with them, and signing "Hello." He stops shambling, bandaging up his rags tightly.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Session over, player tried to make contact with the Raven Queen.*
*Instructions unclear, they are a warlock and their patron is Orcus.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hmm, are they a Pallid Elf?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Oh hey Salem, good to see ya again. I was worried about ya.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(lmao)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
It's a tad hard for them to lock eyes with her, given how she has no eyes- no face at all, actually- but it's still clear that her attention is focused on them. "What's your name?" She inquires.
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, Baal! How was the session?*
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 manages well enough, more just focused on them as whole when he doesn't see their face "G-E-R-A-L-T" He says, letting his sword swing from it's change while he talks to them though signs.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Shadar-Kai. Player is still processing that they died in a dungeon they designed for themselves. I let their brand-spankin'-new patron pick them up where they were killed in the first room by a shadow that, once again, they placed.*
*They had no idea who it was until I asked them "Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?" And even then they still took his hand.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Fine, I'll keep worrying about you, how are you doin?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*My only player died. But now they have a second chance.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Welp, that sounds like an incredible campaign, very interesting, kinda dumb, its got all the things a good campaign needs.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)