A young girl with pale skin the color of snow, long black hair that falls around her shoulder and on to the ground, and long limbs. She has no eyes, rather soft flesh where eyes would be. She peers inside, letting out a little chirp like echolocation. She cautiously walks inside and uses her hands to find things in her way.
She grabs hold of what appears to be some sort of rail (no one else sees it), which leads her to the reception desk.
The Master, an overweight shadow creature, greets her. "Hello, there. Are you here to check in, miss?"
A young girl with pale skin the color of snow, long black hair that falls around her shoulder and on to the ground, and long limbs. She has no eyes, rather soft flesh where eyes would be. She peers inside, letting out a little chirp like echolocation. She cautiously walks inside and uses her hands to find things in her way.
She grabs hold of what appears to be some sort of rail (no one else sees it), which leads her to the reception desk.
The Master, an overweight shadow creature, greets her. "Hello, there. Are you here to check in, miss?"
A young girl with pale skin the color of snow, long black hair that falls around her shoulder and on to the ground, and long limbs. She has no eyes, rather soft flesh where eyes would be. She peers inside, letting out a little chirp like echolocation. She cautiously walks inside and uses her hands to find things in her way.
She grabs hold of what appears to be some sort of rail (no one else sees it), which leads her to the reception desk.
The Master, an overweight shadow creature, greets her. "Hello, there. Are you here to check in, miss?"
"W-Where am I?" She asks and tilts her head.
"A hotel. It's a place where you can get food and a place to sleep."
A young girl with pale skin the color of snow, long black hair that falls around her shoulder and on to the ground, and long limbs. She has no eyes, rather soft flesh where eyes would be. She peers inside, letting out a little chirp like echolocation. She cautiously walks inside and uses her hands to find things in her way.
She grabs hold of what appears to be some sort of rail (no one else sees it), which leads her to the reception desk.
The Master, an overweight shadow creature, greets her. "Hello, there. Are you here to check in, miss?"
"W-Where am I?" She asks and tilts her head.
"A hotel. It's a place where you can get food and a place to sleep."
"O-Oh" she said and nodded, letting out a few clicks "Does it cost money... things?"
A young girl with pale skin the color of snow, long black hair that falls around her shoulder and on to the ground, and long limbs. She has no eyes, rather soft flesh where eyes would be. She peers inside, letting out a little chirp like echolocation. She cautiously walks inside and uses her hands to find things in her way.
She grabs hold of what appears to be some sort of rail (no one else sees it), which leads her to the reception desk.
The Master, an overweight shadow creature, greets her. "Hello, there. Are you here to check in, miss?"
"W-Where am I?" She asks and tilts her head.
"A hotel. It's a place where you can get food and a place to sleep."
"O-Oh" she said and nodded, letting out a few clicks "Does it cost money... things?"
"Yes, but the Egregore is more than willing to pay for any items you want to sell if you need the money."
A young girl with pale skin the color of snow, long black hair that falls around her shoulder and on to the ground, and long limbs. She has no eyes, rather soft flesh where eyes would be. She peers inside, letting out a little chirp like echolocation. She cautiously walks inside and uses her hands to find things in her way.
She grabs hold of what appears to be some sort of rail (no one else sees it), which leads her to the reception desk.
The Master, an overweight shadow creature, greets her. "Hello, there. Are you here to check in, miss?"
"W-Where am I?" She asks and tilts her head.
"A hotel. It's a place where you can get food and a place to sleep."
"O-Oh" she said and nodded, letting out a few clicks "Does it cost money... things?"
"Yes, but the Egregore is more than willing to pay for any items you want to sell if you need the money."
"Ah.." She said and thought for a moment "I.. don't have anything to sell.."
A young girl with pale skin the color of snow, long black hair that falls around her shoulder and on to the ground, and long limbs. She has no eyes, rather soft flesh where eyes would be. She peers inside, letting out a little chirp like echolocation. She cautiously walks inside and uses her hands to find things in her way.
She grabs hold of what appears to be some sort of rail (no one else sees it), which leads her to the reception desk.
The Master, an overweight shadow creature, greets her. "Hello, there. Are you here to check in, miss?"
"W-Where am I?" She asks and tilts her head.
"A hotel. It's a place where you can get food and a place to sleep."
"O-Oh" she said and nodded, letting out a few clicks "Does it cost money... things?"
"Yes, but the Egregore is more than willing to pay for any items you want to sell if you need the money."
"Ah.." She said and thought for a moment "I.. don't have anything to sell.."
"Well, do you have any stories to tell? The Egregore loves those."
A young girl with pale skin the color of snow, long black hair that falls around her shoulder and on to the ground, and long limbs. She has no eyes, rather soft flesh where eyes would be. She peers inside, letting out a little chirp like echolocation. She cautiously walks inside and uses her hands to find things in her way.
She grabs hold of what appears to be some sort of rail (no one else sees it), which leads her to the reception desk.
The Master, an overweight shadow creature, greets her. "Hello, there. Are you here to check in, miss?"
"W-Where am I?" She asks and tilts her head.
"A hotel. It's a place where you can get food and a place to sleep."
"O-Oh" she said and nodded, letting out a few clicks "Does it cost money... things?"
"Yes, but the Egregore is more than willing to pay for any items you want to sell if you need the money."
"Ah.." She said and thought for a moment "I.. don't have anything to sell.."
"Well, do you have any stories to tell? The Egregore loves those."
"Maybe..." she says and bows her head "Forgive me, I-I am taking up your time."
A young girl with pale skin the color of snow, long black hair that falls around her shoulder and on to the ground, and long limbs. She has no eyes, rather soft flesh where eyes would be. She peers inside, letting out a little chirp like echolocation. She cautiously walks inside and uses her hands to find things in her way.
She grabs hold of what appears to be some sort of rail (no one else sees it), which leads her to the reception desk.
The Master, an overweight shadow creature, greets her. "Hello, there. Are you here to check in, miss?"
"W-Where am I?" She asks and tilts her head.
"A hotel. It's a place where you can get food and a place to sleep."
"O-Oh" she said and nodded, letting out a few clicks "Does it cost money... things?"
"Yes, but the Egregore is more than willing to pay for any items you want to sell if you need the money."
"Ah.." She said and thought for a moment "I.. don't have anything to sell.."
"Well, do you have any stories to tell? The Egregore loves those."
"Maybe..." she says and bows her head "Forgive me, I-I am taking up your time."
"Don't worry about it. People take up my time all day every day and I never feel the need to complain. You're fine."
A young girl with pale skin the color of snow, long black hair that falls around her shoulder and on to the ground, and long limbs. She has no eyes, rather soft flesh where eyes would be. She peers inside, letting out a little chirp like echolocation. She cautiously walks inside and uses her hands to find things in her way.
She grabs hold of what appears to be some sort of rail (no one else sees it), which leads her to the reception desk.
The Master, an overweight shadow creature, greets her. "Hello, there. Are you here to check in, miss?"
"W-Where am I?" She asks and tilts her head.
"A hotel. It's a place where you can get food and a place to sleep."
"O-Oh" she said and nodded, letting out a few clicks "Does it cost money... things?"
"Yes, but the Egregore is more than willing to pay for any items you want to sell if you need the money."
"Ah.." She said and thought for a moment "I.. don't have anything to sell.."
"Well, do you have any stories to tell? The Egregore loves those."
"Maybe..." she says and bows her head "Forgive me, I-I am taking up your time."
"Don't worry about it. People take up my time all day every day and I never feel the need to complain. You're fine."
A young girl with pale skin the color of snow, long black hair that falls around her shoulder and on to the ground, and long limbs. She has no eyes, rather soft flesh where eyes would be. She peers inside, letting out a little chirp like echolocation. She cautiously walks inside and uses her hands to find things in her way.
She grabs hold of what appears to be some sort of rail (no one else sees it), which leads her to the reception desk.
The Master, an overweight shadow creature, greets her. "Hello, there. Are you here to check in, miss?"
"W-Where am I?" She asks and tilts her head.
"A hotel. It's a place where you can get food and a place to sleep."
"O-Oh" she said and nodded, letting out a few clicks "Does it cost money... things?"
"Yes, but the Egregore is more than willing to pay for any items you want to sell if you need the money."
"Ah.." She said and thought for a moment "I.. don't have anything to sell.."
"Well, do you have any stories to tell? The Egregore loves those."
"Maybe..." she says and bows her head "Forgive me, I-I am taking up your time."
"Don't worry about it. People take up my time all day every day and I never feel the need to complain. You're fine."
She nods and smiles kindly "Thank you.."
"You're very welcome, Miss. Now, if you turn to the right and walk straight ahead, you should find the door to the Egregore's room. Mind the stairs, though. They are kind of steep sometimes."
A young girl with pale skin the color of snow, long black hair that falls around her shoulder and on to the ground, and long limbs. She has no eyes, rather soft flesh where eyes would be. She peers inside, letting out a little chirp like echolocation. She cautiously walks inside and uses her hands to find things in her way.
She grabs hold of what appears to be some sort of rail (no one else sees it), which leads her to the reception desk.
The Master, an overweight shadow creature, greets her. "Hello, there. Are you here to check in, miss?"
"W-Where am I?" She asks and tilts her head.
"A hotel. It's a place where you can get food and a place to sleep."
"O-Oh" she said and nodded, letting out a few clicks "Does it cost money... things?"
"Yes, but the Egregore is more than willing to pay for any items you want to sell if you need the money."
"Ah.." She said and thought for a moment "I.. don't have anything to sell.."
"Well, do you have any stories to tell? The Egregore loves those."
"Maybe..." she says and bows her head "Forgive me, I-I am taking up your time."
"Don't worry about it. People take up my time all day every day and I never feel the need to complain. You're fine."
She nods and smiles kindly "Thank you.."
"You're very welcome, Miss. Now, if you turn to the right and walk straight ahead, you should find the door to the Egregore's room. Mind the stairs, though. They are kind of steep sometimes."
She nods and makes another noise, seeming to find the stairs with her echolocation.
She nods and makes another noise, seeming to find the stairs with her echolocation.
Behind the Black Door is a staircase down to what looks like a boiler room or basement, filled with random junk in the near pitch-blackness of a room completely disconnected from the sun above. Multiple voices, some male, some female, whisper.
"Come in, come in." A figure, indeterminate in size and shape, even to the girl's echolocation, sits at the other end of a long table, which is literally piled high with delicious-smelling food.
She nods and makes another noise, seeming to find the stairs with her echolocation.
Behind the Black Door is a staircase down to what looks like a boiler room or basement, filled with random junk in the near pitch-blackness of a room completely disconnected from the sun above. Multiple voices, some male, some female, whisper.
"Come in, come in." A figure, indeterminate in size and shape, even to the girl's echolocation, sits at the other end of a long table, which is literally piled high with delicious-smelling food.
"Hello..." She says and feels around, trying to locate them.
She nods and makes another noise, seeming to find the stairs with her echolocation.
Behind the Black Door is a staircase down to what looks like a boiler room or basement, filled with random junk in the near pitch-blackness of a room completely disconnected from the sun above. Multiple voices, some male, some female, whisper.
"Come in, come in." A figure, indeterminate in size and shape, even to the girl's echolocation, sits at the other end of a long table, which is literally piled high with delicious-smelling food.
"Hello..." She says and feels around, trying to locate them.
A chair suddenly scoops her up and pushes itself to the table, sitting her down at the opposite end from the figure. "Now, what have you come all the way down here for?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
She grabs hold of what appears to be some sort of rail (no one else sees it), which leads her to the reception desk.
The Master, an overweight shadow creature, greets her. "Hello, there. Are you here to check in, miss?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Erica is on the balcony, taking in the early morning sun as it crests over the trees.
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!" Miko bows
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Gtg. Bye guys!*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
"W-Where am I?" She asks and tilts her head.
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"A hotel. It's a place where you can get food and a place to sleep."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"O-Oh" she said and nodded, letting out a few clicks "Does it cost money... things?"
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Miko is walking around
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Yes, but the Egregore is more than willing to pay for any items you want to sell if you need the money."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ah.." She said and thought for a moment "I.. don't have anything to sell.."
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"Well, do you have any stories to tell? The Egregore loves those."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Maybe..." she says and bows her head "Forgive me, I-I am taking up your time."
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"Don't worry about it. People take up my time all day every day and I never feel the need to complain. You're fine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She nods and smiles kindly "Thank you.."
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"You're very welcome, Miss. Now, if you turn to the right and walk straight ahead, you should find the door to the Egregore's room. Mind the stairs, though. They are kind of steep sometimes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She nods and makes another noise, seeming to find the stairs with her echolocation.
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Behind the Black Door is a staircase down to what looks like a boiler room or basement, filled with random junk in the near pitch-blackness of a room completely disconnected from the sun above. Multiple voices, some male, some female, whisper.
"Come in, come in." A figure, indeterminate in size and shape, even to the girl's echolocation, sits at the other end of a long table, which is literally piled high with delicious-smelling food.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hello..." She says and feels around, trying to locate them.
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A chair suddenly scoops her up and pushes itself to the table, sitting her down at the opposite end from the figure. "Now, what have you come all the way down here for?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels