The poltergeist bartender holds up a "hand." The edgy music stops.
The phantom places down a shot glass full of wine in front of the rat.
The music resumes.
Lets just say the rat goes swimming. After a while the rat squeaks at you.
A silk white hand wearing a top hat and a bow tie strolls in. It grabs the rat, drags it to the floor, and together the dance a tango around everyone's feet. Then, a little while later, they stop, and have what looks like a argument. The rat squeaks nasty, and the hand makes (Insert hand noises here.) After a few seconds, the hand pulls out a tiny tiny pistol from a invisible holster on its hip (wrist) and aims it at the rat.
The Master jumps and runs over. "HEY HEY! Please take any violence outside."
The hand aims his antimatter mini pistol between your eyes. He then slowly backs into the games room, pistol always aimed at your forehead. The rat attempts to bite one of your toes, and then scurry's off to have a look around the catacombs.
"Last warning. Put the weapon down."
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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 seeing everything happening in the courtyard, Grayson's eyes widen. "This... can't be real! Am I going insane? Is this but a product of my fractured mind? No, no, it can't be that. It must be a dream... that's it! A dream." They pinch their arm. "Wake up, Grayson! Wake up!" Tears are now falling from Grayson's eyes. They curl up, close their eyes, curl their hands over their knees, and start rocking back and forth. "Itsonlyadreamitsonlyadreamitsonlyadreamwakeupgraysonwakeupgraysonwakeupgrayson..." Grayson repeats this over and over, showing no signs of stopping. All this time, tears are slowly, silently falling from their eyes.
The Master calmly lifts him up and brings him to the tavern. He gives Grayson a strong drink and starts talking about the wonders of illusion magic.
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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.
The tavern room is filled with the faint scent of briny seawater and rotting fish as the ghost of an elf in a ragged-looking dress enters the room. She looks around before sitting down at a table in the corner, pulling a long string of seaweed from her wild silvery hair.
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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 tavern room is filled with the faint scent of briny seawater and rotting fish as the ghost of an elf in a ragged-looking dress enters the room. She looks around before sitting down at a table in the corner, pulling a long string of seaweed from her wild silvery hair.
A plump, shadowy monster bounces up to her. "Hello there! I'm the Master, and I'm eager to make your stay as comfortable and pleasant as possible." He grins, showing off his jack-o-lantern mouth.
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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.
The tavern room is filled with the faint scent of briny seawater and rotting fish as the ghost of an elf in a ragged-looking dress enters the room. She looks around before sitting down at a table in the corner, pulling a long string of seaweed from her wild silvery hair.
A plump, shadowy monster bounces up to her. "Hello there! I'm the Master, and I'm eager to make your stay as comfortable and pleasant as possible." He grins, showing off his jack-o-lantern mouth.
"The name's Erica." The ghost floats up from her chair and holds out a hand to shake, smiling warmly. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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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 door is opened by a young man who stood about 5'8. He had pale skin, so pale that it was almost a grey color. He had shaggy black hair that was shaved around the back and kept long just enough so it wouldn't shield his eyes. His eyes were silver in color and reflective, they showed back everything that they saw. He wore a thick beige coat that swept around his knees, a simple dark grey-button up shirt, and long black slacks. He had what looked like muted-green vines crawling up his legs and arms in a fashion that would show he was restrained. His clothes, now that you look at it, at stained with dark earthen soil.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The tavern room is filled with the faint scent of briny seawater and rotting fish as the ghost of an elf in a ragged-looking dress enters the room. She looks around before sitting down at a table in the corner, pulling a long string of seaweed from her wild silvery hair.
A plump, shadowy monster bounces up to her. "Hello there! I'm the Master, and I'm eager to make your stay as comfortable and pleasant as possible." He grins, showing off his jack-o-lantern mouth.
"The name's Erica." The ghost floats up from her chair and holds out a hand to shake, smiling warmly. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
The Master shakes her hand, making solid physical contact with the ghost. "The feeling is mutual, miss."
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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.
The door is opened by a young man who stood about 5'8. He had pale skin, so pale that it was almost a grey color. He had shaggy black hair that was shaved around the back and kept long just enough so it wouldn't shield his eyes. His eyes were silver in color and reflective, they showed back everything that they saw. He wore a thick beige coat that swept around his knees, a simple dark grey-button up shirt, and long black slacks. He had what looked like muted-green vines crawling up his legs and arms in a fashion that would show he was restrained. His clothes, now that you look at it, at stained with dark earthen soil.
"Welcome, sir!" come the exclamations of the Master. "Is there anything we can get for you to make your stay better?"
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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.
The door is opened by a young man who stood about 5'8. He had pale skin, so pale that it was almost a grey color. He had shaggy black hair that was shaved around the back and kept long just enough so it wouldn't shield his eyes. His eyes were silver in color and reflective, they showed back everything that they saw. He wore a thick beige coat that swept around his knees, a simple dark grey-button up shirt, and long black slacks. He had what looked like muted-green vines crawling up his legs and arms in a fashion that would show he was restrained. His clothes, now that you look at it, at stained with dark earthen soil.
"Welcome, sir!" come the exclamations of the Master. "Is there anything we can get for you to make your stay better?"
He clears his throat and in a scratchy voice, speaks "A bath please..."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door is opened by a young man who stood about 5'8. He had pale skin, so pale that it was almost a grey color. He had shaggy black hair that was shaved around the back and kept long just enough so it wouldn't shield his eyes. His eyes were silver in color and reflective, they showed back everything that they saw. He wore a thick beige coat that swept around his knees, a simple dark grey-button up shirt, and long black slacks. He had what looked like muted-green vines crawling up his legs and arms in a fashion that would show he was restrained. His clothes, now that you look at it, at stained with dark earthen soil.
"Welcome, sir!" come the exclamations of the Master. "Is there anything we can get for you to make your stay better?"
He clears his throat and in a scratchy voice, speaks "A bath please..."
"Of course! Just sign in and I can take you to your room, where you can take as much time as you wish bathing."
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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.
The door is opened by a young man who stood about 5'8. He had pale skin, so pale that it was almost a grey color. He had shaggy black hair that was shaved around the back and kept long just enough so it wouldn't shield his eyes. His eyes were silver in color and reflective, they showed back everything that they saw. He wore a thick beige coat that swept around his knees, a simple dark grey-button up shirt, and long black slacks. He had what looked like muted-green vines crawling up his legs and arms in a fashion that would show he was restrained. His clothes, now that you look at it, at stained with dark earthen soil.
"Welcome, sir!" come the exclamations of the Master. "Is there anything we can get for you to make your stay better?"
He clears his throat and in a scratchy voice, speaks "A bath please..."
"Of course! Just sign in and I can take you to your room, where you can take as much time as you wish bathing."
He nods and goes to write his name.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Also, both of you had better sign in." The master holds out a large book and offers both Erica and the newcomer quills.
Erica picks up the quill and signs in the book with a scratchy cursive signature.
The man trudges over and writes what looks like thick letters in the name "Rose McCarthy"
Both signatures turn red briefly. "Good! Now, here are your keys." He offers them each a large, iron key with an eye design worked into the handles.
Erica studies the large key, running her finger down the channels in its eye design. "Thank you!" She smiles and puts the key in a partly-torn pocket on her dress.
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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)
"Also, both of you had better sign in." The master holds out a large book and offers both Erica and the newcomer quills.
Erica picks up the quill and signs in the book with a scratchy cursive signature.
The man trudges over and writes what looks like thick letters in the name "Rose McCarthy"
Both signatures turn red briefly. "Good! Now, here are your keys." He offers them each a large, iron key with an eye design worked into the handles.
Erica studies the large key, running her finger down the channels in its eye design. "Thank you!" She smiles and puts the key in a partly-torn pocket on her dress.
The Master smiles again. He does that a lot. "Now, your rooms are that way," He says, pointing down a hall, "I'll escort you once you two are ready."
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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 seeing everything happening in the courtyard, Grayson's eyes widen. "This... can't be real! Am I going insane? Is this but a product of my fractured mind? No, no, it can't be that. It must be a dream... that's it! A dream." They pinch their arm. "Wake up, Grayson! Wake up!" Tears are now falling from Grayson's eyes. They curl up, close their eyes, curl their hands over their knees, and start rocking back and forth. "Itsonlyadreamitsonlyadreamitsonlyadreamwakeupgraysonwakeupgraysonwakeupgrayson..." Grayson repeats this over and over, showing no signs of stopping. All this time, tears are slowly, silently falling from their eyes.
The Master calmly lifts him up and brings him to the tavern. He gives Grayson a strong drink and starts talking about the wonders of illusion magic.
"..****yadreamitsonlyadreamitsonlyadreamits..."
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I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
After seeing everything happening in the courtyard, Grayson's eyes widen. "This... can't be real! Am I going insane? Is this but a product of my fractured mind? No, no, it can't be that. It must be a dream... that's it! A dream." They pinch their arm. "Wake up, Grayson! Wake up!" Tears are now falling from Grayson's eyes. They curl up, close their eyes, curl their hands over their knees, and start rocking back and forth. "Itsonlyadreamitsonlyadreamitsonlyadreamwakeupgraysonwakeupgraysonwakeupgrayson..." Grayson repeats this over and over, showing no signs of stopping. All this time, tears are slowly, silently falling from their eyes.
Thanatos walks up behind them, "You have a very fragile psychi"
After seeing everything happening in the courtyard, Grayson's eyes widen. "This... can't be real! Am I going insane? Is this but a product of my fractured mind? No, no, it can't be that. It must be a dream... that's it! A dream." They pinch their arm. "Wake up, Grayson! Wake up!" Tears are now falling from Grayson's eyes. They curl up, close their eyes, curl their hands over their knees, and start rocking back and forth. "Itsonlyadreamitsonlyadreamitsonlyadreamwakeupgraysonwakeupgraysonwakeupgrayson..." Grayson repeats this over and over, showing no signs of stopping. All this time, tears are slowly, silently falling from their eyes.
The Master calmly lifts him up and brings him to the tavern. He gives Grayson a strong drink and starts talking about the wonders of illusion magic.
"..****yadreamitsonlyadreamitsonlyadreamits..."
"It was only a dream. You must have hit the bottle a little too hard. Glad that's over. How about you never go to the courtyard again? Ever." Have Grayson make a Wisdom save.
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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.
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"Last warning. Put the weapon down."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Master calmly lifts him up and brings him to the tavern. He gives Grayson a strong drink and starts talking about the wonders of illusion magic.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The tavern room is filled with the faint scent of briny seawater and rotting fish as the ghost of an elf in a ragged-looking dress enters the room. She looks around before sitting down at a table in the corner, pulling a long string of seaweed from her wild silvery hair.
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)
A plump, shadowy monster bounces up to her. "Hello there! I'm the Master, and I'm eager to make your stay as comfortable and pleasant as possible." He grins, showing off his jack-o-lantern mouth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The name's Erica." The ghost floats up from her chair and holds out a hand to shake, smiling warmly. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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 door is opened by a young man who stood about 5'8. He had pale skin, so pale that it was almost a grey color. He had shaggy black hair that was shaved around the back and kept long just enough so it wouldn't shield his eyes. His eyes were silver in color and reflective, they showed back everything that they saw. He wore a thick beige coat that swept around his knees, a simple dark grey-button up shirt, and long black slacks. He had what looked like muted-green vines crawling up his legs and arms in a fashion that would show he was restrained. His clothes, now that you look at it, at stained with dark earthen soil.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The Master shakes her hand, making solid physical contact with the ghost. "The feeling is mutual, miss."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Welcome, sir!" come the exclamations of the Master. "Is there anything we can get for you to make your stay better?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Also, both of you had better sign in." The master holds out a large book and offers both Erica and the newcomer quils.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He clears his throat and in a scratchy voice, speaks "A bath please..."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Erica picks up the quill and signs in the book with a scratchy cursive signature.
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)
"Of course! Just sign in and I can take you to your room, where you can take as much time as you wish bathing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man trudges over and writes what looks like thick letters in the name "Rose McCarthy"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods and goes to write his name.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Both signatures turn red briefly. "Good! Now, here are your keys." He offers them each a large, iron key with an eye design worked into the handles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Erica studies the large key, running her finger down the channels in its eye design. "Thank you!" She smiles and puts the key in a partly-torn pocket on her dress.
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 Master smiles again. He does that a lot. "Now, your rooms are that way," He says, pointing down a hall, "I'll escort you once you two are ready."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"..****yadreamitsonlyadreamitsonlyadreamits..."
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?
Thanatos walks up behind them, "You have a very fragile psychi"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"It was only a dream. You must have hit the bottle a little too hard. Glad that's over. How about you never go to the courtyard again? Ever." Have Grayson make a Wisdom save.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.