The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
"Do you? I feed on naughty children. Anyways, are you some entity from the Far Realm? The Shadowfell maybe? Dismal place. I do enjoy myself on my visits there. "
“Shadowfell, although the far realm as well as the nine hells have small influences over my existence. I’m what most people call a Dark Power.”
"What do you mean by that? I would consider myself a dark power, along with many other vile beings. But do you consider yourself a specific species of creature known as a Dark Power?"
“The dark Powers are the creatures that run the shadowfell and torture the Darklords, while also feeding on a certain type of emotion to balance out the feywild’s constant explosion of it. The most powerful ones are Angry, Lost, Hungry, Wretched, And me, Lonely.”
"I have come across denizens of the Shadowfell known as the Lonely, but you don't appear to be one of them. Why is that? Do you torture a Darklord?"
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
"Do you? I feed on naughty children. Anyways, are you some entity from the Far Realm? The Shadowfell maybe? Dismal place. I do enjoy myself on my visits there. "
“Shadowfell, although the far realm as well as the nine hells have small influences over my existence. I’m what most people call a Dark Power.”
"What do you mean by that? I would consider myself a dark power, along with many other vile beings. But do you consider yourself a specific species of creature known as a Dark Power?"
“The dark Powers are the creatures that run the shadowfell and torture the Darklords, while also feeding on a certain type of emotion to balance out the feywild’s constant explosion of it. The most powerful ones are Angry, Lost, Hungry, Wretched, And me, Lonely.”
"I have come across denizens of the Shadowfell known as the Lonely, but you don't appear to be one of them. Why is that? Do you torture a Darklord?"
“The lonely are creatures called Sorrowsworn. the dark powers create them. i created the Lonely. I do torture multiple darklords, Mostly the ones who killed their friends and all who spend time with them. I do it because they are an excellent food source.”
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
"Do you? I feed on naughty children. Anyways, are you some entity from the Far Realm? The Shadowfell maybe? Dismal place. I do enjoy myself on my visits there. "
“Shadowfell, although the far realm as well as the nine hells have small influences over my existence. I’m what most people call a Dark Power.”
"What do you mean by that? I would consider myself a dark power, along with many other vile beings. But do you consider yourself a specific species of creature known as a Dark Power?"
“The dark Powers are the creatures that run the shadowfell and torture the Darklords, while also feeding on a certain type of emotion to balance out the feywild’s constant explosion of it. The most powerful ones are Angry, Lost, Hungry, Wretched, And me, Lonely.”
"I have come across denizens of the Shadowfell known as the Lonely, but you don't appear to be one of them. Why is that? Do you torture a Darklord?"
“The lonely are creatures called Sorrowsworn. the dark powers create them. i created the Lonely. I do torture multiple, Mostly the ones who killed their friends and all who spend time with them. I do it because they are an excellent food source.”
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
"Do you? I feed on naughty children. Anyways, are you some entity from the Far Realm? The Shadowfell maybe? Dismal place. I do enjoy myself on my visits there. "
“Shadowfell, although the far realm as well as the nine hells have small influences over my existence. I’m what most people call a Dark Power.”
"What do you mean by that? I would consider myself a dark power, along with many other vile beings. But do you consider yourself a specific species of creature known as a Dark Power?"
“The dark Powers are the creatures that run the shadowfell and torture the Darklords, while also feeding on a certain type of emotion to balance out the feywild’s constant explosion of it. The most powerful ones are Angry, Lost, Hungry, Wretched, And me, Lonely.”
"I have come across denizens of the Shadowfell known as the Lonely, but you don't appear to be one of them. Why is that? Do you torture a Darklord?"
“The lonely are creatures called Sorrowsworn. the dark powers create them. i created the Lonely. I do torture multiple, Mostly the ones who killed their friends and all who spend time with them. I do it because they are an excellent food source.”
"Interesting. Why are you here?"
“Why does anyone do anything? SHEER. ABSOLUTE. BOREDOM. Also, possibly making a friend. Besides, I’m also in the shadowfell right now. Magic is fun.”
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
"Do you? I feed on naughty children. Anyways, are you some entity from the Far Realm? The Shadowfell maybe? Dismal place. I do enjoy myself on my visits there. "
“Shadowfell, although the far realm as well as the nine hells have small influences over my existence. I’m what most people call a Dark Power.”
"What do you mean by that? I would consider myself a dark power, along with many other vile beings. But do you consider yourself a specific species of creature known as a Dark Power?"
“The dark Powers are the creatures that run the shadowfell and torture the Darklords, while also feeding on a certain type of emotion to balance out the feywild’s constant explosion of it. The most powerful ones are Angry, Lost, Hungry, Wretched, And me, Lonely.”
"I have come across denizens of the Shadowfell known as the Lonely, but you don't appear to be one of them. Why is that? Do you torture a Darklord?"
“The lonely are creatures called Sorrowsworn. the dark powers create them. i created the Lonely. I do torture multiple, Mostly the ones who killed their friends and all who spend time with them. I do it because they are an excellent food source.”
"Interesting. Why are you here?"
“Why does anyone do anything? SHEER. ABSOLUTE. BOREDOM. Also, possibly making a friend. Besides, I’m also in the shadowfell right now. Magic is fun.”
" So you are a thrill seeker and you came to the office of a bunch of Hellish lawyers to seek excitement? Not my idea of a fun time." he says grinning widely.
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
"Do you? I feed on naughty children. Anyways, are you some entity from the Far Realm? The Shadowfell maybe? Dismal place. I do enjoy myself on my visits there. "
“Shadowfell, although the far realm as well as the nine hells have small influences over my existence. I’m what most people call a Dark Power.”
"What do you mean by that? I would consider myself a dark power, along with many other vile beings. But do you consider yourself a specific species of creature known as a Dark Power?"
“The dark Powers are the creatures that run the shadowfell and torture the Darklords, while also feeding on a certain type of emotion to balance out the feywild’s constant explosion of it. The most powerful ones are Angry, Lost, Hungry, Wretched, And me, Lonely.”
"I have come across denizens of the Shadowfell known as the Lonely, but you don't appear to be one of them. Why is that? Do you torture a Darklord?"
“The lonely are creatures called Sorrowsworn. the dark powers create them. i created the Lonely. I do torture multiple, Mostly the ones who killed their friends and all who spend time with them. I do it because they are an excellent food source.”
"Interesting. Why are you here?"
“Why does anyone do anything? SHEER. ABSOLUTE. BOREDOM. Also, possibly making a friend. Besides, I’m also in the shadowfell right now. Magic is fun.”
" So you are a thrill seeker and you came to the office of a bunch of Hellish lawyers to seek excitement? Not my idea of a fun time." he says grinning widely.
“Indeedy! I’ve been here for a few hours at most and i have almost been as entertained as when i saw the Great fire of 472! So many orphans. Also, I’ve just been hired for the Archiving branch.”
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
"Do you? I feed on naughty children. Anyways, are you some entity from the Far Realm? The Shadowfell maybe? Dismal place. I do enjoy myself on my visits there. "
“Shadowfell, although the far realm as well as the nine hells have small influences over my existence. I’m what most people call a Dark Power.”
"What do you mean by that? I would consider myself a dark power, along with many other vile beings. But do you consider yourself a specific species of creature known as a Dark Power?"
“The dark Powers are the creatures that run the shadowfell and torture the Darklords, while also feeding on a certain type of emotion to balance out the feywild’s constant explosion of it. The most powerful ones are Angry, Lost, Hungry, Wretched, And me, Lonely.”
"I have come across denizens of the Shadowfell known as the Lonely, but you don't appear to be one of them. Why is that? Do you torture a Darklord?"
“The lonely are creatures called Sorrowsworn. the dark powers create them. i created the Lonely. I do torture multiple, Mostly the ones who killed their friends and all who spend time with them. I do it because they are an excellent food source.”
"Interesting. Why are you here?"
“Why does anyone do anything? SHEER. ABSOLUTE. BOREDOM. Also, possibly making a friend. Besides, I’m also in the shadowfell right now. Magic is fun.”
" So you are a thrill seeker and you came to the office of a bunch of Hellish lawyers to seek excitement? Not my idea of a fun time." he says grinning widely.
“Indeedy! I’ve been here for a few hours at most and i have almost been as entertained as when i saw the Great fire of 472! So many orphans. Also, I’ve just been hired for the Archiving branch.”
"The Archiving Branch? What do you do there?" he inquires with interest.
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
"Do you? I feed on naughty children. Anyways, are you some entity from the Far Realm? The Shadowfell maybe? Dismal place. I do enjoy myself on my visits there. "
“Shadowfell, although the far realm as well as the nine hells have small influences over my existence. I’m what most people call a Dark Power.”
"What do you mean by that? I would consider myself a dark power, along with many other vile beings. But do you consider yourself a specific species of creature known as a Dark Power?"
“The dark Powers are the creatures that run the shadowfell and torture the Darklords, while also feeding on a certain type of emotion to balance out the feywild’s constant explosion of it. The most powerful ones are Angry, Lost, Hungry, Wretched, And me, Lonely.”
"I have come across denizens of the Shadowfell known as the Lonely, but you don't appear to be one of them. Why is that? Do you torture a Darklord?"
“The lonely are creatures called Sorrowsworn. the dark powers create them. i created the Lonely. I do torture multiple, Mostly the ones who killed their friends and all who spend time with them. I do it because they are an excellent food source.”
"Interesting. Why are you here?"
“Why does anyone do anything? SHEER. ABSOLUTE. BOREDOM. Also, possibly making a friend. Besides, I’m also in the shadowfell right now. Magic is fun.”
" So you are a thrill seeker and you came to the office of a bunch of Hellish lawyers to seek excitement? Not my idea of a fun time." he says grinning widely.
“Indeedy! I’ve been here for a few hours at most and i have almost been as entertained as when i saw the Great fire of 472! So many orphans. Also, I’ve just been hired for the Archiving branch.”
"The Archiving Branch? What do you do there?" he inquires with interest.
“It’s in the name. You collect and preserve information.”
The goat-demon looks back at the person who just exploded out of a shadow.
Lonely, a small seemingly 15 year old human wearing a turtle neck and jeans walks out. They seem to be completely devoid of color. they say, “Sorry, Again!” To the person who just came out of the shadow before them.
The goat-demon doesn't look surprised at all at seeing people coming out of the shadows.
Lonely notices the Goat demon. They disappear and reappear from the demon’s shadow behind them.
”Hiya!”
The air around him is frigid. Even his shadow feels unnaturally cold. The goat-demon turns to face him, grinning wickedly, "Hello there."
“I’m Lonely!” They hold out their hand to shake. Their hair momentarily becomes a writhing mass of black, shadowy tentacles with many yellow eyes on them. The room seems to get darker for a few seconds.
"You don't seem like the type to remain lonely for long. I am known as Krampus." He speaks in a cold, gravelly voice. He doesn't offer one of his clawed hands and he appears unphased by your flickering form and the changes in the rooms lighting.
“interesting name! Also, common misconception, My name is literally Lonely. Anyways, Where are you from?”
"I have established my lair in the darkest regions of the feywild. I am a fiend, but the cruelty and mischief of the unseelie delight me so, and I dislike the unbearable heat of the Hells. Besides, it is easier to travel from the Feywild to the Material Plane than it is to travel out of the Hells." answers Krampus.
“Oooh. I’ve never been to the feywild, but i feed on its power all the time.”
"Do you? I feed on naughty children. Anyways, are you some entity from the Far Realm? The Shadowfell maybe? Dismal place. I do enjoy myself on my visits there. "
“Shadowfell, although the far realm as well as the nine hells have small influences over my existence. I’m what most people call a Dark Power.”
"What do you mean by that? I would consider myself a dark power, along with many other vile beings. But do you consider yourself a specific species of creature known as a Dark Power?"
“The dark Powers are the creatures that run the shadowfell and torture the Darklords, while also feeding on a certain type of emotion to balance out the feywild’s constant explosion of it. The most powerful ones are Angry, Lost, Hungry, Wretched, And me, Lonely.”
"I have come across denizens of the Shadowfell known as the Lonely, but you don't appear to be one of them. Why is that? Do you torture a Darklord?"
“The lonely are creatures called Sorrowsworn. the dark powers create them. i created the Lonely. I do torture multiple, Mostly the ones who killed their friends and all who spend time with them. I do it because they are an excellent food source.”
"Interesting. Why are you here?"
“Why does anyone do anything? SHEER. ABSOLUTE. BOREDOM. Also, possibly making a friend. Besides, I’m also in the shadowfell right now. Magic is fun.”
" So you are a thrill seeker and you came to the office of a bunch of Hellish lawyers to seek excitement? Not my idea of a fun time." he says grinning widely.
“Indeedy! I’ve been here for a few hours at most and i have almost been as entertained as when i saw the Great fire of 472! So many orphans. Also, I’ve just been hired for the Archiving branch.”
"The Archiving Branch? What do you do there?" he inquires with interest.
“It’s in the name. You collect and preserve information.”
"Hm. That does seem obvious. I don't see how paper work can be that enjoyable. I am here because I am seeking a way to escape a contract I have been bound by."
A woman in a tight, black business suit steps in, carrying a thin, dangerous-looking briefcase. She has pure white hair, but seems relatively young for a human. Her mouth curls into a tight smile as she surveys the lobby.
As she steps forward to the receptionist's desk, she glances down at her watch for a moment before nodding to herself. "Still on time..."
The tree-demon at the front desk looks up from their typewriter device for a moment, before looking back down and typing some more.
"Do you have an appointment scheduled?"
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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)
"Well," Jeremy smiles as he holds out his hand to shake. "Let's hope you find some experience here: You're hired."
They Shake Jeremy’s hand. Lonely’s hand feels sort of slimy.
”Yay!” Their skin and hair become distorted for a few seconds, with eyes opening up on their Hair that form into tentacles. They go back to normal.
"As for what position you're hired for, follow me. I'll make sure you don't get lost on the way to the Archives. This place can be a maze if you aren't familiar with it." He gets up from the desk, and opens the door to the main hall.
Lonely gets up and follows them.
Jeremy looks out from the hallway into the lobby, then looks to Lonely. "You ready to get going?"
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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)
"Well," Jeremy smiles as he holds out his hand to shake. "Let's hope you find some experience here: You're hired."
They Shake Jeremy’s hand. Lonely’s hand feels sort of slimy.
”Yay!” Their skin and hair become distorted for a few seconds, with eyes opening up on their Hair that form into tentacles. They go back to normal.
"As for what position you're hired for, follow me. I'll make sure you don't get lost on the way to the Archives. This place can be a maze if you aren't familiar with it." He gets up from the desk, and opens the door to the main hall.
Lonely gets up and follows them.
Jeremy looks out from the hallway into the lobby, then looks to Lonely. "You ready to get going?"
A woman in a tight, black business suit steps in, carrying a thin, dangerous-looking briefcase. She has pure white hair, but seems relatively young for a human. Her mouth curls into a tight smile as she surveys the lobby.
As she steps forward to the receptionist's desk, she glances down at her watch for a moment before nodding to herself. "Still on time..."
The tree-demon at the front desk looks up from their typewriter device for a moment, before looking back down and typing some more.
"Do you have an appointment scheduled?"
"I do, in fact. Or at least, I tried to use your Web-site, but the spiders were relatively unhelpful. I'm not sure if it got through."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A woman in a tight, black business suit steps in, carrying a thin, dangerous-looking briefcase. She has pure white hair, but seems relatively young for a human. Her mouth curls into a tight smile as she surveys the lobby.
As she steps forward to the receptionist's desk, she glances down at her watch for a moment before nodding to herself. "Still on time..."
The tree-demon at the front desk looks up from their typewriter device for a moment, before looking back down and typing some more.
"Do you have an appointment scheduled?"
"I do, in fact. Or at least, I tried to use your Web-site, but the spiders were relatively unhelpful. I'm not sure if it got through."
"Alright. What's your name?" The tree-demon, whom you now see has a little pin with the name 'Ollivander' engraved into it, types some more into their odd contraption.
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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)
A woman in a tight, black business suit steps in, carrying a thin, dangerous-looking briefcase. She has pure white hair, but seems relatively young for a human. Her mouth curls into a tight smile as she surveys the lobby.
As she steps forward to the receptionist's desk, she glances down at her watch for a moment before nodding to herself. "Still on time..."
The tree-demon at the front desk looks up from their typewriter device for a moment, before looking back down and typing some more.
"Do you have an appointment scheduled?"
"I do, in fact. Or at least, I tried to use your Web-site, but the spiders were relatively unhelpful. I'm not sure if it got through."
"Alright. What's your name?" The tree-demon, whom you now see has a little pin with the name 'Ollivander' engraved into it, types some more into their odd contraption.
"Filavia Geovanda Tyronin Afeldan Notrius the Twelfth."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
"That's the Calibrator. It pinpoints an exact coordinate on another world for the portals upstairs to link up to. Or at least, that's the best idea I've got 'bout how it's s'posed to work."
"Wow, seems important then."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"That's the Calibrator. It pinpoints an exact coordinate on another world for the portals upstairs to link up to. Or at least, that's the best idea I've got 'bout how it's s'posed to work."
"Wow, seems important then."
"Oh, it is! If the portals don't go to the right place, people in the other Planes start freakin' out. Ya see, making deals with demons and ghosts is kinda a business you hafta be on the hush-hush about." Gene looks at the Calibrator for a moment. "Anywho, you ain't gonna know how to work this thing if ya don't give it a test run. Go on, give it a try! Just... don't actually open any portals, kay?"
Gene gives you a pat on the back, and then takes a couple steps back.
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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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"I have come across denizens of the Shadowfell known as the Lonely, but you don't appear to be one of them. Why is that? Do you torture a Darklord?"
“The lonely are creatures called Sorrowsworn. the dark powers create them. i created the Lonely. I do torture multiple darklords, Mostly the ones who killed their friends and all who spend time with them. I do it because they are an excellent food source.”
"Interesting. Why are you here?"
“Why does anyone do anything? SHEER. ABSOLUTE. BOREDOM. Also, possibly making a friend. Besides, I’m also in the shadowfell right now. Magic is fun.”
" So you are a thrill seeker and you came to the office of a bunch of Hellish lawyers to seek excitement? Not my idea of a fun time." he says grinning widely.
“Indeedy! I’ve been here for a few hours at most and i have almost been as entertained as when i saw the Great fire of 472! So many orphans. Also, I’ve just been hired for the Archiving branch.”
"The Archiving Branch? What do you do there?" he inquires with interest.
“It’s in the name. You collect and preserve information.”
"Hm. That does seem obvious. I don't see how paper work can be that enjoyable. I am here because I am seeking a way to escape a contract I have been bound by."
*I have to go.*
“Who did you make a contract with?”
*bye!*
*Can't stay, but I thought I'd answer the question.*
His voice rises in anger as he spits out the words, " That despicable, do-good, housebreaking, overweight, half-elf, calling himself Santa Claus!"
“Eugh. Sounds despicable.”
The tree-demon at the front desk looks up from their typewriter device for a moment, before looking back down and typing some more.
"Do you have an appointment scheduled?"
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)
Jeremy looks out from the hallway into the lobby, then looks to Lonely. "You ready to get going?"
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)
“Yes?”
"I do, in fact. Or at least, I tried to use your Web-site, but the spiders were relatively unhelpful. I'm not sure if it got through."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Alright. What's your name?" The tree-demon, whom you now see has a little pin with the name 'Ollivander' engraved into it, types some more into their odd contraption.
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)
"Filavia Geovanda Tyronin Afeldan Notrius the Twelfth."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Oh, it is! If the portals don't go to the right place, people in the other Planes start freakin' out. Ya see, making deals with demons and ghosts is kinda a business you hafta be on the hush-hush about." Gene looks at the Calibrator for a moment. "Anywho, you ain't gonna know how to work this thing if ya don't give it a test run. Go on, give it a try! Just... don't actually open any portals, kay?"
Gene gives you a pat on the back, and then takes a couple steps back.
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)