Oval, fidgeting with the hem of their cloak, stands up and walks over to the crate, picking out one of the compasses. She sets her stuffed animal down on the rock and peeks outsides the Scrap Yard, fighting herself on deciding to go out of it.
It's about noon, and the surrounding landscape is barren save for the occasional scrap and rubble. The faint shape of a gargantuan fallen tower can be seen in the far distance, and that seems to be the direction in which the hunting party went.
She grips the hem of her cloak and sets out to hunt.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Oval, fidgeting with the hem of their cloak, stands up and walks over to the crate, picking out one of the compasses. She sets her stuffed animal down on the rock and peeks outsides the Scrap Yard, fighting herself on deciding to go out of it.
It's about noon, and the surrounding landscape is barren save for the occasional scrap and rubble. The faint shape of a gargantuan fallen tower can be seen in the far distance, and that seems to be the direction in which the hunting party went.
She grips the hem of her cloak and sets out to hunt.
The surrounding landscape is an arid, flat expanse of more dry cracked earth. Every so often, there is a piece of scrap metal, a broken down car, or some concrete rubble: Ruins of a past long gone. The buzz of crickets and cicadas fills the air near the few places protected by shadow. In the far distance, an enormous skyscraper lay on its side: The corpse of a giant of old. Welcome... to the Valley of Junk.
*Can you make either a Survival or Investigation check?*
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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)
Oval, fidgeting with the hem of their cloak, stands up and walks over to the crate, picking out one of the compasses. She sets her stuffed animal down on the rock and peeks outsides the Scrap Yard, fighting herself on deciding to go out of it.
It's about noon, and the surrounding landscape is barren save for the occasional scrap and rubble. The faint shape of a gargantuan fallen tower can be seen in the far distance, and that seems to be the direction in which the hunting party went.
She grips the hem of her cloak and sets out to hunt.
The surrounding landscape is an arid, flat expanse of more dry cracked earth. Every so often, there is a piece of scrap metal, a broken down car, or some concrete rubble: Ruins of a past long gone. The buzz of crickets and cicadas fills the air near the few places protected by shadow. In the far distance, an enormous skyscraper lay on its side: The corpse of a giant of old. Welcome... to the Valley of Junk.
*Can you make either a Survival or Investigation check?*
*Survival: 27*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Oval, fidgeting with the hem of their cloak, stands up and walks over to the crate, picking out one of the compasses. She sets her stuffed animal down on the rock and peeks outsides the Scrap Yard, fighting herself on deciding to go out of it.
It's about noon, and the surrounding landscape is barren save for the occasional scrap and rubble. The faint shape of a gargantuan fallen tower can be seen in the far distance, and that seems to be the direction in which the hunting party went.
She grips the hem of her cloak and sets out to hunt.
The surrounding landscape is an arid, flat expanse of more dry cracked earth. Every so often, there is a piece of scrap metal, a broken down car, or some concrete rubble: Ruins of a past long gone. The buzz of crickets and cicadas fills the air near the few places protected by shadow. In the far distance, an enormous skyscraper lay on its side: The corpse of a giant of old. Welcome... to the Valley of Junk.
*Can you make either a Survival or Investigation check?*
*Survival: 27*
You manage to find an opening within the wall of a collapsed building, which seems to be the only form of entry. Inside, there is a broken vending machine with some bags of (probably stale) chips and granola bars still inside.
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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)
Oval, fidgeting with the hem of their cloak, stands up and walks over to the crate, picking out one of the compasses. She sets her stuffed animal down on the rock and peeks outsides the Scrap Yard, fighting herself on deciding to go out of it.
It's about noon, and the surrounding landscape is barren save for the occasional scrap and rubble. The faint shape of a gargantuan fallen tower can be seen in the far distance, and that seems to be the direction in which the hunting party went.
She grips the hem of her cloak and sets out to hunt.
The surrounding landscape is an arid, flat expanse of more dry cracked earth. Every so often, there is a piece of scrap metal, a broken down car, or some concrete rubble: Ruins of a past long gone. The buzz of crickets and cicadas fills the air near the few places protected by shadow. In the far distance, an enormous skyscraper lay on its side: The corpse of a giant of old. Welcome... to the Valley of Junk.
*Can you make either a Survival or Investigation check?*
*Survival: 27*
You manage to find an opening within the wall of a collapsed building, which seems to be the only form of entry. Inside, there is a broken vending machine with some bags of (probably stale) chips and granola bars still inside.
She grabs as much as she can hold and heads back to the Scrap Pile.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*How far in the distance? Like, how long would it take to get there?*
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.
*About five minutes at a standard walking pace.*
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)
She grips the hem of her cloak and sets out to hunt.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The surrounding landscape is an arid, flat expanse of more dry cracked earth. Every so often, there is a piece of scrap metal, a broken down car, or some concrete rubble: Ruins of a past long gone. The buzz of crickets and cicadas fills the air near the few places protected by shadow. In the far distance, an enormous skyscraper lay on its side: The corpse of a giant of old. Welcome... to the Valley of Junk.
*Can you make either a Survival or Investigation check?*
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)
*Survival: 27*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
You manage to find an opening within the wall of a collapsed building, which seems to be the only form of entry. Inside, there is a broken vending machine with some bags of (probably stale) chips and granola bars still inside.
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)
Marcial heads off towards it.
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.
She grabs as much as she can hold and heads back to the Scrap Pile.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
After a while of walking, you reach the gas station, and see a thin wisp of Effluvia slither away from the station and out of sight.
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)
Slowly, Marcial advances around the gas station. His fists are glowing, in an attempt to ward of any Effluvia.
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.
As you walk around the station, you see a small engraving in one of the standing concrete walls: A rough carving of an eye.
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)
*Is Adonis there?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He bends down to get a proper look at it, but stays on his guard.
Investigation: 19
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.
*Yes, given how he never left.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I believe that sign has something to do with the Effluvia. It was on a machine that produced it, before I blew it up."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Marcial slowly stands up, his back to Adonis. "And you are?" He seems unwavered from your sudden appearance.
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.
"Adonis of the Post-Mortal Union. I'm trying to make the Scrap Pile a safe place for my people, but I need a well-fed workforce to make that happen."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"And you creeped up on me because..."
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.
"I was already here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Fair enough." And turns round, and puts out his hand. "Marcial, follower of self mastery and inner peace."
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.