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.
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?*
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.
*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.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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: 11*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He bends down to get a proper look at it, but stays on his guard.
Investigation: 9
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.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"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.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"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.