He hisses and drops the knife, casting acid arrow at fourth level. Dam if it hits: 18, To hit: 15
The doctor dodges past the arrow with ease, making the same attack for the other arm. To hit:19 Same dc, same effect for the other arm.
It just barely hits him, although it has no effect. They cast second level ray of sickness. Dam: 16 To hit: 12
It dodges around the attack once more but doesn’t attack this time, curious how it has no effect before patting their head softly “Do you want your arm working again?”
"Why would I want something from you!?" He hisses, his frills flushing with an angry red
He takes a moment before nodding, standing up as the cracks suddenly stop, his flesh now pulsating slightly as the flesh underneath is less constrained by the hard exoskeleton “Okay… and you’re okay… I’m happy.” He says, looking up to them.
"...Good. I'm glad you're happy." It responds, trying to move over to him but being stopped by the tendrils rooted into the chamber walls and floor.
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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)
He hisses and drops the knife, casting acid arrow at fourth level. Dam if it hits: 18, To hit: 15
The doctor dodges past the arrow with ease, making the same attack for the other arm. To hit:19 Same dc, same effect for the other arm.
It just barely hits him, although it has no effect. They cast second level ray of sickness. Dam: 16 To hit: 12
It dodges around the attack once more but doesn’t attack this time, curious how it has no effect before patting their head softly “Do you want your arm working again?”
"Why would I want something from you!?" He hisses, his frills flushing with an angry red
“Because I find you interesting, and I would like to understand what makes you tick, so to speak.” It says, tilting its head.
He takes a moment before nodding, standing up as the cracks suddenly stop, his flesh now pulsating slightly as the flesh underneath is less constrained by the hard exoskeleton “Okay… and you’re okay… I’m happy.” He says, looking up to them.
"...Good. I'm glad you're happy." It responds, trying to move over to him but being stopped by the tendrils rooted into the chamber walls and floor.
Tim notices and instead walks over to them, putting their hands to the walls, giving the closest thing to a hug they possibly can “Will you be able to come visit anymore?”
Felix, sensing his friend's distress, comes back to Lord's Point and enters the Spelljammer almost immediately. He seems exhausted, having sprinted the entire way here. Strugels are not built for marathons.
*Happy Valentine's Day! How are you today, brother?*
The teleportation circle doesn't quite reach the Spelljammer, though seeing as he's the one who made the circle in the first place, it doesn't take much time for him to make the necessary repairs. Once he arrives, he can see branching roots and veins and wires growing all throughout the hall, all of them extending out from the ship's 'medical ward'. One of them bears a 'sunflower' made of a ring of the intertwined material, with crooked spokes of varying lengths all around its outside and a tiny sphere of pure void in its core. It looks over at Felix with equal joy and worry.
"...Felix, you're here..." he can hear it say. "...what do you think?.."
He reaches out and gently touches one of the flowers, feeling its petals and spokes. He seems to be at a loss for words, but after a bit of struggling, he chooses to sing instead.
"You grew up just like Holy Mary, Helianthus, Helianth my dear... Your beauty never ever scared me, Helianthus, you've nothing to fear..."
He hugs the flower gently, not touching the void sphere within.
The flower feels warm, its warped metal and pulsating flesh and dry twisted stem warmed by the energy of captive stars. It doesn't say anything, just staying in Felix's embrace, happy he's here.
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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)
He takes a moment before nodding, standing up as the cracks suddenly stop, his flesh now pulsating slightly as the flesh underneath is less constrained by the hard exoskeleton “Okay… and you’re okay… I’m happy.” He says, looking up to them.
"...Good. I'm glad you're happy." It responds, trying to move over to him but being stopped by the tendrils rooted into the chamber walls and floor.
Tim notices and instead walks over to them, putting their hands to the walls, giving the closest thing to a hug they possibly can “Will you be able to come visit anymore?”
"...Hopefully so. Ideally, this won't be a permanent situation. I didn't think becoming a god would have side effects like this." It dryly chuckles a bit, looking around as much as it can.
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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)
*hi baal I am working on a campaign right now how are you?*
*I'm working on another strugel, and one that I've had for a while. He's an ex-mobster soda jerk (someone who works at a soda shop) and has a penchant for explosives and instilling terror. He's a chill guy with a grudge against his former employers because they're keeping him from marrying his forbidden beloved. They know they're bothering him, but they just assume it has something to do with their extortion. Little do they know, this little ferret is now the leader of a group of adventurers, and he's gonna make sure that the mob is gonna carry that weight.*
*I expanded the campaign further hopefully this is better Ravenguard is a remote military city that protects the kingdom of Azalf from the north, which is plagued by undead for unknown reasons. Wynter Greyoak, the lord of the city, has disappeared, and the city is in disarray with winter approaching quickly and enemies surrounding it. Mysterious forces are at work, trying to bring about the downfall of the kingdom of Azalf and rise to power. You must find these culprits and bring them to justice; the lord won't be the first casualty, nor will he be the last in this shadow war. In the city, there are whispers of a cult that intends to remake the world in its image and is growing in power. You must find the leaders of this cult, if you can't find the cultists before the archdemon is summoned to this world all hope will be lost and the kingdom destroyed you adventurers must stop this cult before they succeed.*
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Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread and the Percy Jackson thread
opportunities don't happen, you create them -Chris Grosser
He orders himself some water, scooting his chair next to hers.
"Why would I want something from you!?" He hisses, his frills flushing with an angry red
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
"...Good. I'm glad you're happy." It responds, trying to move over to him but being stopped by the tendrils rooted into the chamber walls and floor.
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 have come BACK to LIFE*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*hi baal I am working on a campaign right now how are you?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread and the Percy Jackson thread
opportunities don't happen, you create them -Chris Grosser
“Because I find you interesting, and I would like to understand what makes you tick, so to speak.” It says, tilting its head.
*Welcome back to the land of the living, brother!*
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)
"How are you doing, love?" She says, smiling
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
His frills widen and vibrate, making a hissing noise as the flush a brighter red "I'm not your creature for anatomy class"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
Tim notices and instead walks over to them, putting their hands to the walls, giving the closest thing to a hug they possibly can “Will you be able to come visit anymore?”
“Better now that I know you feel the same.” He says, chuckling nervously.
“I would have to disagree you tiny little thing. Working on you will be quite fun indeed.” They say, putting away theirs scalpel.
The flower feels warm, its warped metal and pulsating flesh and dry twisted stem warmed by the energy of captive stars. It doesn't say anything, just staying in Felix's embrace, happy he's here.
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)
Her tail curves around herself, and she just sits, happy to be next to him
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
Max sits next to them, Jack begins to work on making something for them, taking out a journal.
"...Hopefully so. Ideally, this won't be a permanent situation. I didn't think becoming a god would have side effects like this." It dryly chuckles a bit, looking around as much as it can.
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'm working on another strugel, and one that I've had for a while. He's an ex-mobster soda jerk (someone who works at a soda shop) and has a penchant for explosives and instilling terror. He's a chill guy with a grudge against his former employers because they're keeping him from marrying his forbidden beloved. They know they're bothering him, but they just assume it has something to do with their extortion. Little do they know, this little ferret is now the leader of a group of adventurers, and he's gonna make sure that the mob is gonna carry that weight.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Tiny? What the [GP] do you mean?..." He asks, rather confused
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
*I expanded the campaign further hopefully this is better Ravenguard is a remote military city that protects the kingdom of Azalf from the north, which is plagued by undead for unknown reasons. Wynter Greyoak, the lord of the city, has disappeared, and the city is in disarray with winter approaching quickly and enemies surrounding it. Mysterious forces are at work, trying to bring about the downfall of the kingdom of Azalf and rise to power. You must find these culprits and bring them to justice; the lord won't be the first casualty, nor will he be the last in this shadow war. In the city, there are whispers of a cult that intends to remake the world in its image and is growing in power. You must find the leaders of this cult, if you can't find the cultists before the archdemon is summoned to this world all hope will be lost and the kingdom destroyed you adventurers must stop this cult before they succeed.*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread and the Percy Jackson thread
opportunities don't happen, you create them -Chris Grosser
“You’re absolutely minuscule compared to my true form, but I wouldn’t want to shatter your mind.” They boop his nose.