*So I'm currently re-watching Jurassic World. And I had the silly little idea of making a Tavern based off of it. Is this dumb or do you think it would work?*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Omori is trying her best to write down arcane sigils on paper using the book she found. It looks like she's been at this for a while.
KK is outside the Inn, looking for Stroth.
Stroth is being a weird creature and crawling around inside a randoms house to scare the crap out of them.
KK adds an ambiance of crackling static and distorted music to contribute to the fear factor to Stroth's shenannigans, hiding from immediate view.
Stroth jumps down at the end of a hallway, cackling madly. The couple and their child run out of the house, screaming. Stroth laughs and wipes her eye, looking around "Thanks KK!"
KK practically erupts with the laughter she's been holding in while trying to stay stealthy. "Glad I could help!"
*You up for continuing this, Wendi?*
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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 Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Omori is trying her best to write down arcane sigils on paper using the book she found. It looks like she's been at this for a while.
KK is outside the Inn, looking for Stroth.
Stroth is being a weird creature and crawling around inside a randoms house to scare the crap out of them.
KK adds an ambiance of crackling static and distorted music to contribute to the fear factor to Stroth's shenannigans, hiding from immediate view.
Stroth jumps down at the end of a hallway, cackling madly. The couple and their child run out of the house, screaming. Stroth laughs and wipes her eye, looking around "Thanks KK!"
KK practically erupts with the laughter she's been holding in while trying to stay stealthy. "Glad I could help!"
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"More like the choice was made for me. Still, I should be able to avoid working for someone like that again. Probably."
"Best you're out of that situation now, because you are out of that right?" She says, the runes they drew beginning to grow in the dirt.
"Oh, yeah. Exacted revenge and everything. She won't be causing wanton destruction anymore." She grins to herself, revealing serrated teeth.
She smiles softly at them again, happy to hear that it seems "Good, nobody would want any of that happenin' again." Plants seem to begin growing in the dirt around them.
"Yeah, nobody wants that." She watches the plants growing for a moment. "Apologies, that was a lot to tell a stranger unprompted. I'm T- er, I'm Omori. What's your name?"
She chuckles, beaming "Merabelle, some people call me the Black Blood, but they call me that fer different reasons, don't worry about it none. Ya can tell me whatever ya like, I like listening."
"Some people used to call me Traitor, though that's also for different reasons. It's very nice to meet you, Merabelle." She replies, chuckling a bit as well.
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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 Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
She whips around "WATCH!!" she throws it to the ground with a solid thump. It suddenly begins to sink, extremely heavy and causing the ground to get smooshed under it.
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Victor walks into the tavern to grab himself a drink, both of his arms are mangled beyond repair, and his neck is tilted unnaturally, but he doesn't seem to mind it, more bored than anything. The arms repair themselves, and he then sets his neck back into place with a loud CRUNCH!
Sparrow is standing nearby, having a smoke from one of his infernal cigarettes and watching his girlfriend have fun with a soft smile on his face. Wondering how it ended up with such an amazing woman.
Omori is trying her best to write down arcane sigils on paper using the book she found. It looks like she's been at this for a while.
KK is outside the Inn, looking for Stroth.
Stroth is being a weird creature and crawling around inside a randoms house to scare the crap out of them.
KK adds an ambiance of crackling static and distorted music to contribute to the fear factor to Stroth's shenannigans, hiding from immediate view.
Stroth jumps down at the end of a hallway, cackling madly. The couple and their child run out of the house, screaming. Stroth laughs and wipes her eye, looking around "Thanks KK!"
KK practically erupts with the laughter she's been holding in while trying to stay stealthy. "Glad I could help!"
*You up for continuing this, Wendi?*
*Yerp!*
"Whats up?" she walks over, hands in her pockets.
"I... I think I'm ready. For the soul transfer thing to the new body, I mean. Whenever it works best for you." She seems nervous, but has a sense of determination about her as well.
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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 Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
"More like the choice was made for me. Still, I should be able to avoid working for someone like that again. Probably."
"Best you're out of that situation now, because you are out of that right?" She says, the runes they drew beginning to grow in the dirt.
"Oh, yeah. Exacted revenge and everything. She won't be causing wanton destruction anymore." She grins to herself, revealing serrated teeth.
She smiles softly at them again, happy to hear that it seems "Good, nobody would want any of that happenin' again." Plants seem to begin growing in the dirt around them.
"Yeah, nobody wants that." She watches the plants growing for a moment. "Apologies, that was a lot to tell a stranger unprompted. I'm T- er, I'm Omori. What's your name?"
She chuckles, beaming "Merabelle, some people call me the Black Blood, but they call me that fer different reasons, don't worry about it none. Ya can tell me whatever ya like, I like listening."
"Some people used to call me Traitor, though that's also for different reasons. It's very nice to meet you, Merabelle." She replies, chuckling a bit as well.
"Real nice to meet you as well, little sweetheart." She holds out her hand to shake "Anyone who has called ya Traitor must not know who ya really are."
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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.'
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
She whips around "WATCH!!" she throws it to the ground with a solid thump. It suddenly begins to sink, extremely heavy and causing the ground to get smooshed under it.
*Also, hi, how've you been?*
"That's one dense sphere." he says, poking it with a stick
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*So I'm currently re-watching Jurassic World. And I had the silly little idea of making a Tavern based off of it. Is this dumb or do you think it would work?*
*It sounds fun but its overall success and staying power might depend on how you design it*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Victor walks into the tavern to grab himself a drink, both of his arms are mangled beyond repair, and his neck is tilted unnaturally, but he doesn't seem to mind it, more bored than anything. The arms repair themselves, and he then sets his neck back into place with a loud CRUNCH!
Sparrow is standing nearby, having a smoke from one of his infernal cigarettes and watching his girlfriend have fun with a soft smile on his face. Wondering how it ended up with such an amazing woman.
The Herald's eyes look up from the annoyance that is a human being, watching them walk over to the bar. He exhales smoke from the eyehole and stands up.
"Hey?!" The man says, looking confused. Herald tilts his head and shrugs "Sorry, more interesting things walked in." he says and walks over to Victor, sliding up beside him "Mind if I pay?"
She whips around, grinning "WATCH THIS!!!". She throws the ball to the ground and giggles madly. It begins to sink into the dirt slowly, heavier than the weight of anything.
*So I'm currently re-watching Jurassic World. And I had the silly little idea of making a Tavern based off of it. Is this dumb or do you think it would work?*
*It sounds fun but its overall success and staying power might depend on how you design it*
*Ok, I have a base idea. Could I abduct you and a few others for a test run in the PM's?*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Omori is trying her best to write down arcane sigils on paper using the book she found. It looks like she's been at this for a while.
KK is outside the Inn, looking for Stroth.
Stroth is being a weird creature and crawling around inside a randoms house to scare the crap out of them.
KK adds an ambiance of crackling static and distorted music to contribute to the fear factor to Stroth's shenannigans, hiding from immediate view.
Stroth jumps down at the end of a hallway, cackling madly. The couple and their child run out of the house, screaming. Stroth laughs and wipes her eye, looking around "Thanks KK!"
KK practically erupts with the laughter she's been holding in while trying to stay stealthy. "Glad I could help!"
*You up for continuing this, Wendi?*
*Yerp!*
"Whats up?" she walks over, hands in her pockets.
"I... I think I'm ready. For the soul transfer thing to the new body, I mean. Whenever it works best for you." She seems nervous, but has a sense of determination about her as well.
She grins, clapping her hands "PERFECT! WE CAN DO IT NOW!!"
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Omori is on the roof of the Inn, looking through a large old-looking tome.
Isaac sits down next to her
She doesn't immediately notice Issac, deep in her reading material.
He taps her shoulder "hello"
She flinches, looking around a moment before realizing it's just him. "Hi, Isaac! How's it been?"
"It has been alright. what are you reading"
She turns the book to show Isaac its cover, which reads "A Beginner's Guide to Magic and Wizardy" in faded text. "Wanted to practice magic, so I figured I'd learn a bit about it."
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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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*So I'm currently re-watching Jurassic World. And I had the silly little idea of making a Tavern based off of it. Is this dumb or do you think it would work?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She flinches, looking around a moment before realizing it's just him. "Hi, Isaac! How's it been?"
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)
*You up for continuing this, Wendi?*
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 Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
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
*Yerp!*
"Whats up?" she walks over, hands in her pockets.
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
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Some people used to call me Traitor, though that's also for different reasons. It's very nice to meet you, Merabelle." She replies, chuckling a bit as well.
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 whips around "WATCH!!" she throws it to the ground with a solid thump. It suddenly begins to sink, extremely heavy and causing the ground to get smooshed under it.
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
Victor walks into the tavern to grab himself a drink, both of his arms are mangled beyond repair, and his neck is tilted unnaturally, but he doesn't seem to mind it, more bored than anything. The arms repair themselves, and he then sets his neck back into place with a loud CRUNCH!
Sparrow is standing nearby, having a smoke from one of his infernal cigarettes and watching his girlfriend have fun with a soft smile on his face. Wondering how it ended up with such an amazing woman.
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.)
"It has been alright. what are you reading"
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
"I... I think I'm ready. For the soul transfer thing to the new body, I mean. Whenever it works best for you." She seems nervous, but has a sense of determination about her as well.
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)
Isaac heads over "what are you making?"
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
"Real nice to meet you as well, little sweetheart." She holds out her hand to shake "Anyone who has called ya Traitor must not know who ya really are."
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.)
*Also, hi, how've you been?*
"That's one dense sphere." he says, poking it with a stick
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*It sounds fun but its overall success and staying power might depend on how you design it*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Herald's eyes look up from the annoyance that is a human being, watching them walk over to the bar. He exhales smoke from the eyehole and stands up.
"Hey?!" The man says, looking confused. Herald tilts his head and shrugs "Sorry, more interesting things walked in." he says and walks over to Victor, sliding up beside him "Mind if I pay?"
She whips around, grinning "WATCH THIS!!!". She throws the ball to the ground and giggles madly. It begins to sink into the dirt slowly, heavier than the weight of anything.
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
*Ok, I have a base idea. Could I abduct you and a few others for a test run in the PM's?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She grins, clapping her hands "PERFECT! WE CAN DO IT NOW!!"
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
She holds up the ball and grins
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
She turns the book to show Isaac its cover, which reads "A Beginner's Guide to Magic and Wizardy" in faded text. "Wanted to practice magic, so I figured I'd learn a bit about it."
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)