After a ways of walking, he comes across a large, sturdy-looking outpost, the walls of which are plated with steel and extend quite a ways up. A lone fly sits at a booth outside of the two large doors inside, looking somewhat bored.
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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)
After a ways of walking, he comes across a large, sturdy-looking outpost, the walls of which are plated with steel and extend quite a ways up. A lone fly sits at a booth outside of the two large doors inside, looking somewhat bored.
The moth waves to the fly.
"I heard there was a job offer here?"
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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.
After a ways of walking, he comes across a large, sturdy-looking outpost, the walls of which are plated with steel and extend quite a ways up. A lone fly sits at a booth outside of the two large doors inside, looking somewhat bored.
The moth waves to the fly.
"I heard there was a job offer here?"
The fly looks over, clearly ecstatic. "Yep! I just need you to sign this waiver, and then you can head right in!" He pulls a piece of paper and a charcoal pencil out from under his desk, the waiver discussing something about the risk of injury or death that comes with this job.
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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)
After a ways of walking, he comes across a large, sturdy-looking outpost, the walls of which are plated with steel and extend quite a ways up. A lone fly sits at a booth outside of the two large doors inside, looking somewhat bored.
The moth waves to the fly.
"I heard there was a job offer here?"
The fly looks over, clearly ecstatic. "Yep! I just need you to sign this waiver, and then you can head right in!" He pulls a piece of paper and a charcoal pencil out from under his desk, the waiver discussing something about the risk of injury or death that comes with this job.
The moth signs it as "Flam of the Grimm Troupe."
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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.
After a ways of walking, he comes across a large, sturdy-looking outpost, the walls of which are plated with steel and extend quite a ways up. A lone fly sits at a booth outside of the two large doors inside, looking somewhat bored.
The moth waves to the fly.
"I heard there was a job offer here?"
The fly looks over, clearly ecstatic. "Yep! I just need you to sign this waiver, and then you can head right in!" He pulls a piece of paper and a charcoal pencil out from under his desk, the waiver discussing something about the risk of injury or death that comes with this job.
The moth signs it as "Flam of the Grimm Troupe."
The fly looks down at the signature for just a moment overlong, and puts the paper away. "Alright, you're all good to go!" He hops out of his chair and grabs a large lever. "Let me just open these doors for you...."
Miraculously, the tiny fly manages to pull the lever three times his size, and the doors slowly swing inward. The grinding of metal on stone echoes throughout the outpost as the doors come to a halt.
Inside the outpost is a line of furnaces and anvils along the back wall, with various tools hanging from racks beside each furnace. Various weaponry and armor sits on stands and racks throughout the outpost, and a few straw practice dummies sit on posts in a back corner.
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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)
After a ways of walking, he comes across a large, sturdy-looking outpost, the walls of which are plated with steel and extend quite a ways up. A lone fly sits at a booth outside of the two large doors inside, looking somewhat bored.
The moth waves to the fly.
"I heard there was a job offer here?"
The fly looks over, clearly ecstatic. "Yep! I just need you to sign this waiver, and then you can head right in!" He pulls a piece of paper and a charcoal pencil out from under his desk, the waiver discussing something about the risk of injury or death that comes with this job.
The moth signs it as "Flam of the Grimm Troupe."
The fly looks down at the signature for just a moment overlong, and puts the paper away. "Alright, you're all good to go!" He hops out of his chair and grabs a large lever. "Let me just open these doors for you...."
Miraculously, the tiny fly manages to pull the lever three times his size, and the doors slowly swing inward. The grinding of metal on stone echoes throughout the outpost as the doors come to a halt.
Inside the outpost is a line of furnaces and anvils along the back wall, with various tools hanging from racks beside each furnace. Various weaponry and armor sits on stands and racks throughout the outpost, and a few straw practice dummies sit on posts in a back corner.
Flam nods to the fly and enters.
"Hello? I'm looking for a job! I was told there might be one here!" he calls.
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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.
In the back of the room, you see a lone centipede get up, holding what seems to be a Greatnail. They start walking towards you.
"So you're the new recruit, eh?"
Flam puts his hand on his book, stepping back a little bit.
"Yeah, I think so. I'm just looking for a job, and helping out the Valley at the same time seems like a good deal to me! Heh, heh."
The centipede continues to advance, a smile creeping across his face. He chuckles to himself. "I like you already!"
He starts to pace in circles around you. "You got a name, rookie?"
"Uh, Flam, sir, former member of the Grimm Troupe."
The centipede is silent for a moment. "Well, I'm the captain of this here division of the Nailmaster's Guild. You can call me Mr. Solomon."
"Tell me, Flam, are you good with a Nail?"
"To be honest, I've trained with one since I was little, but I've never held a real one. Once I joined the Troupe, I've had a lot more success with these!"
He reaches into the oversized book and pulls out two matches. He strikes them against each other and spins the lit matches around dramatically.
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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.
In the back of the room, you see a lone centipede get up, holding what seems to be a Greatnail. They start walking towards you.
"So you're the new recruit, eh?"
Flam puts his hand on his book, stepping back a little bit.
"Yeah, I think so. I'm just looking for a job, and helping out the Valley at the same time seems like a good deal to me! Heh, heh."
The centipede continues to advance, a smile creeping across his face. He chuckles to himself. "I like you already!"
He starts to pace in circles around you. "You got a name, rookie?"
"Uh, Flam, sir, former member of the Grimm Troupe."
The centipede is silent for a moment. "Well, I'm the captain of this here division of the Nailmaster's Guild. You can call me Mr. Solomon."
"Tell me, Flam, are you good with a Nail?"
"To be honest, I've trained with one since I was little, but I've never held a real one. Once I joined the Troupe, I've had a lot more success with these!"
He reaches into the oversized book and pulls out two matches. He strikes them against each other and spins the lit matches around dramatically.
The matches illuminate the dimly lit room, and Solomon looks skeptical, but impressed. "Impressive.... Well, today's your lucky day!" He grabs a little bronze badge from under his cloak and hands it to Flam. "Welcome to the Guild, rookie."
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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)
In the back of the room, you see a lone centipede get up, holding what seems to be a Greatnail. They start walking towards you.
"So you're the new recruit, eh?"
Flam puts his hand on his book, stepping back a little bit.
"Yeah, I think so. I'm just looking for a job, and helping out the Valley at the same time seems like a good deal to me! Heh, heh."
The centipede continues to advance, a smile creeping across his face. He chuckles to himself. "I like you already!"
He starts to pace in circles around you. "You got a name, rookie?"
"Uh, Flam, sir, former member of the Grimm Troupe."
The centipede is silent for a moment. "Well, I'm the captain of this here division of the Nailmaster's Guild. You can call me Mr. Solomon."
"Tell me, Flam, are you good with a Nail?"
"To be honest, I've trained with one since I was little, but I've never held a real one. Once I joined the Troupe, I've had a lot more success with these!"
He reaches into the oversized book and pulls out two matches. He strikes them against each other and spins the lit matches around dramatically.
The matches illuminate the dimly lit room, and Solomon looks skeptical, but impressed. "Impressive.... Well, today's your lucky day!" He grabs a little bronze badge from under his cloak and hands it to Flam. "Welcome to the Guild, rookie."
Flam cheerfully puts on the badge. "I've always wanted to be part of the guild! It was my lifelong dream, actually."
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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.
In the back of the room, you see a lone centipede get up, holding what seems to be a Greatnail. They start walking towards you.
"So you're the new recruit, eh?"
Flam puts his hand on his book, stepping back a little bit.
"Yeah, I think so. I'm just looking for a job, and helping out the Valley at the same time seems like a good deal to me! Heh, heh."
The centipede continues to advance, a smile creeping across his face. He chuckles to himself. "I like you already!"
He starts to pace in circles around you. "You got a name, rookie?"
"Uh, Flam, sir, former member of the Grimm Troupe."
The centipede is silent for a moment. "Well, I'm the captain of this here division of the Nailmaster's Guild. You can call me Mr. Solomon."
"Tell me, Flam, are you good with a Nail?"
"To be honest, I've trained with one since I was little, but I've never held a real one. Once I joined the Troupe, I've had a lot more success with these!"
He reaches into the oversized book and pulls out two matches. He strikes them against each other and spins the lit matches around dramatically.
The matches illuminate the dimly lit room, and Solomon looks skeptical, but impressed. "Impressive.... Well, today's your lucky day!" He grabs a little bronze badge from under his cloak and hands it to Flam. "Welcome to the Guild, rookie."
Flam cheerfully puts on the badge. "I've always wanted to be part of the guild! It was my lifelong dream, actually."
"You can train if you want, and there's quarters down that hall in the back for you to stay. Tomorrow, the rest of the team should make it back, and you can go out on your first mission. If you have any questions, ask me or Ace." Solomon gestures towards the fly from earlier.
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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)
this seems cool. might join. maybe.
me fred.
Me also like seven hundred other characters that I don´t want to go through.
I am currently writing a collection of short stories called ¨tales from the pocket realm.¨
One of the leaflets reads:
"The Nailmaster's Guild: Help us keep the Valley safe."
"More details at the outpost south of here."
"Free Snacks"
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)
"Well, looks like I'm heading out. I'll be back once I've got some geo!"
The moth leaves for the aforementioned outpost.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
After a ways of walking, he comes across a large, sturdy-looking outpost, the walls of which are plated with steel and extend quite a ways up. A lone fly sits at a booth outside of the two large doors inside, looking somewhat bored.
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 moth waves to the fly.
"I heard there was a job offer here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The fly looks over, clearly ecstatic. "Yep! I just need you to sign this waiver, and then you can head right in!" He pulls a piece of paper and a charcoal pencil out from under his desk, the waiver discussing something about the risk of injury or death that comes with this job.
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 moth signs it as "Flam of the Grimm Troupe."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The fly looks down at the signature for just a moment overlong, and puts the paper away. "Alright, you're all good to go!" He hops out of his chair and grabs a large lever. "Let me just open these doors for you...."
Miraculously, the tiny fly manages to pull the lever three times his size, and the doors slowly swing inward. The grinding of metal on stone echoes throughout the outpost as the doors come to a halt.
Inside the outpost is a line of furnaces and anvils along the back wall, with various tools hanging from racks beside each furnace. Various weaponry and armor sits on stands and racks throughout the outpost, and a few straw practice dummies sit on posts in a back corner.
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)
Flam nods to the fly and enters.
"Hello? I'm looking for a job! I was told there might be one here!" he calls.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
In the back of the room, you see a lone centipede get up, holding what seems to be a Greatnail. They start walking towards you.
"So you're the new recruit, eh?"
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)
Flam puts his hand on his book, stepping back a little bit.
"Yeah, I think so. I'm just looking for a job, and helping out the Valley at the same time seems like a good deal to me! Heh, heh."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The centipede continues to advance, a smile creeping across his face. He chuckles to himself. "I like you already!"
He starts to pace in circles around you. "You got a name, rookie?"
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)
"Uh, Flam, sir, former member of the Grimm Troupe."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The centipede is silent for a moment. "Well, I'm the captain of this here division of the Nailmaster's Guild. You can call me Mr. Solomon."
"Tell me, Flam, are you good with a Nail?"
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)
"To be honest, I've trained with one since I was little, but I've never held a real one. Once I joined the Troupe, I've had a lot more success with these!"
He reaches into the oversized book and pulls out two matches. He strikes them against each other and spins the lit matches around dramatically.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The matches illuminate the dimly lit room, and Solomon looks skeptical, but impressed. "Impressive.... Well, today's your lucky day!" He grabs a little bronze badge from under his cloak and hands it to Flam. "Welcome to the Guild, rookie."
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)
Flam cheerfully puts on the badge. "I've always wanted to be part of the guild! It was my lifelong dream, actually."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You can train if you want, and there's quarters down that hall in the back for you to stay. Tomorrow, the rest of the team should make it back, and you can go out on your first mission. If you have any questions, ask me or Ace." Solomon gestures towards the fly from earlier.
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)
"Thank you so much!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Don't thank me. The Valley thanks you for volunteering to defend it." Solomon picks up his Greatnail and walks back to one of the anvils.
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)