'Somewhere away from it all. Where I can work hard and honestly in the burning desert heat. And where the demons of the dark can't follow me. You got that here?'
"Well, ya came to the right place. And I s'pose if ya were Grafted, you'd be clawin' at me through the gate, so I guess you're alright." The robot pushes a large wooden box over to their side of the wall, and a little eye-slit slides open. They look at the giant figure and the winged newcomer.
"An' whaddabout you two? You got some business 'ere too?"
"I simply wish to bring my people here, but to do so the security standards would have to be... increased. That is what I am here for."
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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.
"My, If I may, Strang Automaton, What have I been brought here for?"
"T'was askin' you that same question. Though, if I hadda guess, I'd assume you're lookin' for a place to stay safe from all the monsters outside."
"The beasts do not fear me, but the shelter I will accept. Thank you."
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Fully Homebrew Campaign, feel free to explore it! (Otherworlds inaccessible) YonStore/Wolf&Rat - Siberius "Sie" Phynxx, Zalanthaar Heavensfield, Keilynn Othraph; Fallout D&D - Zach Koch; Last of Us D&D - Leveth; Town of Agreal - Zalanthaar Heavensfield; Scrap Pile - Æshe; Site-72 - Dr. Elias Shaw; The Electric State - Zachariah; Eris' Fortune - Magi (Maykaa, Mage, Sage); The Nightmare Hold - Keilynn Othraph; Lord's Rest Inn - Lokan'Ahri
"Well, y'all seem an alright bunch, so I guess I'll just let ya in." You all hear the jingling of keys as the robot unlocks the gate, which slowly creaks open.
"Welcome to the Scrap Pile, the friendliest place on this side of the Styx Ravine!"
Inside the camp, you can see more than you initially could from the gaps in the gate. Some steam is billowing from a cooking pot inside of one of the RVs, and a small garden of wilted-looking plants sits under a tarp nearby. A large metal crate, spray-painted with the symbol of a wagon wheel on its side and the acronym 'W.K.I." underneath, sits towards the back of the outpost. There are also several tarps and metal rods in bundles inside of one of the shipping containers, and a broken-down dune buggy that clearly doesn't work anymore.
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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)
'This place seems good. Safe. Not white and shiny. You got any jobs here going free?'
"Well, I need a camshaft pulley to get that ol' hunk-of-junk workin' again." They gesture towards the broken-down buggy."Ya think you can go find one in one o' those scrap piles for me?"
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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)
'Sure can.' He goes to look for one. He was never a scavenger, so he's no salvage expert, but he thinks he knows what one is. He comes back dragging a large item which seems way too heavy to be so casually dragged. 'This it?'
Fully Homebrew Campaign, feel free to explore it! (Otherworlds inaccessible) YonStore/Wolf&Rat - Siberius "Sie" Phynxx, Zalanthaar Heavensfield, Keilynn Othraph; Fallout D&D - Zach Koch; Last of Us D&D - Leveth; Town of Agreal - Zalanthaar Heavensfield; Scrap Pile - Æshe; Site-72 - Dr. Elias Shaw; The Electric State - Zachariah; Eris' Fortune - Magi (Maykaa, Mage, Sage); The Nightmare Hold - Keilynn Othraph; Lord's Rest Inn - Lokan'Ahri
"Well, y'all seem an alright bunch, so I guess I'll just let ya in." You all hear the jingling of keys as the robot unlocks the gate, which slowly creaks open.
"Welcome to the Scrap Pile, the friendliest place on this side of the Styx Ravine!"
Inside the camp, you can see more than you initially could from the gaps in the gate. Some steam is billowing from a cooking pot inside of one of the RVs, and a small garden of wilted-looking plants sits under a tarp nearby. A large metal crate, spray-painted with the symbol of a wagon wheel on its side and the acronym 'W.K.I." underneath, sits towards the back of the outpost. There are also several tarps and metal rods in bundles inside of one of the shipping containers, and a broken-down dune buggy that clearly doesn't work anymore.
The union representative (those are still a thing here, evidently) bows as he enters, looking around.
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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.
'Sure can.' He goes to look for one. He was never a scavenger, so he's no salvage expert, but he thinks he knows what one is. He comes back dragging a large item which seems way too heavy to be so casually dragged. 'This it?'
*me realizing I unintentionally picked a really obscure car engine part*
"Probably not. It's a gear 'bout 3 inches big with a part stickin' out the back. Shouldn't be too hard to find if you really look for it.Now, while you're doin' that, I'll whip us up some lunch." They go over to the steaming pot, using a little stepstool to reach a box of something on the back counter.
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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)
Ben goes and tries to find it. Salvage is not his strong point. He prefers breaking things to mending things. And as long as that's breaking the bad things, then that's all fine.
Ben goes and tries to find it. Salvage is not his strong point. He prefers breaking things to mending things. And as long as that's breaking the bad things, then that's all fine.
He comes back with a machine part. 'This it?'
*Can you roll a Survival or Investigation check for the part?*
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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)
To anyone in the junk piles: you see a shadow flicker on your periphal vision and then disappear. It appears humanoid, but some parts of it don’t look right. Is that an extra limb? And a tail?
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"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
"T'was askin' you that same question. Though, if I hadda guess, I'd assume you're lookin' for a place to stay safe from all the monsters outside."
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)
'Me? Strange automaton? Oh, you mean the robot. Course you do.'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
"Nasty lot o' monsters. Started stalkin' round the wilds since who knows how long ago. Bit surprised ya don't know what they are."
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 simply wish to bring my people here, but to do so the security standards would have to be... increased. That is what I am here for."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Never heard them called that before. Like, mutants, cyborgs, people who've been twisted?'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
"The beasts do not fear me, but the shelter I will accept. Thank you."
Fully Homebrew Campaign, feel free to explore it! (Otherworlds inaccessible)
YonStore/Wolf&Rat - Siberius "Sie" Phynxx, Zalanthaar Heavensfield, Keilynn Othraph; Fallout D&D - Zach Koch; Last of Us D&D - Leveth; Town of Agreal - Zalanthaar Heavensfield; Scrap Pile - Æshe; Site-72 - Dr. Elias Shaw; The Electric State - Zachariah; Eris' Fortune - Magi (Maykaa, Mage, Sage); The Nightmare Hold - Keilynn Othraph; Lord's Rest Inn - Lokan'Ahri
"Well, y'all seem an alright bunch, so I guess I'll just let ya in." You all hear the jingling of keys as the robot unlocks the gate, which slowly creaks open.
"Welcome to the Scrap Pile, the friendliest place on this side of the Styx Ravine!"
Inside the camp, you can see more than you initially could from the gaps in the gate. Some steam is billowing from a cooking pot inside of one of the RVs, and a small garden of wilted-looking plants sits under a tarp nearby. A large metal crate, spray-painted with the symbol of a wagon wheel on its side and the acronym 'W.K.I." underneath, sits towards the back of the outpost. There are also several tarps and metal rods in bundles inside of one of the shipping containers, and a broken-down dune buggy that clearly doesn't work anymore.
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)
'This place seems good. Safe. Not white and shiny. You got any jobs here going free?'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
"Well, I need a camshaft pulley to get that ol' hunk-of-junk workin' again." They gesture towards the broken-down buggy. "Ya think you can go find one in one o' those scrap piles for me?"
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)
'Sure can.' He goes to look for one. He was never a scavenger, so he's no salvage expert, but he thinks he knows what one is. He comes back dragging a large item which seems way too heavy to be so casually dragged. 'This it?'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
The Winged Figure wanders off into the Heaps.
Fully Homebrew Campaign, feel free to explore it! (Otherworlds inaccessible)
YonStore/Wolf&Rat - Siberius "Sie" Phynxx, Zalanthaar Heavensfield, Keilynn Othraph; Fallout D&D - Zach Koch; Last of Us D&D - Leveth; Town of Agreal - Zalanthaar Heavensfield; Scrap Pile - Æshe; Site-72 - Dr. Elias Shaw; The Electric State - Zachariah; Eris' Fortune - Magi (Maykaa, Mage, Sage); The Nightmare Hold - Keilynn Othraph; Lord's Rest Inn - Lokan'Ahri
The union representative (those are still a thing here, evidently) bows as he enters, looking around.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Sup'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*me realizing I unintentionally picked a really obscure car engine part*
"Probably not. It's a gear 'bout 3 inches big with a part stickin' out the back. Shouldn't be too hard to find if you really look for it. Now, while you're doin' that, I'll whip us up some lunch." They go over to the steaming pot, using a little stepstool to reach a box of something on the back counter.
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)
Ben goes and tries to find it. Salvage is not his strong point. He prefers breaking things to mending things. And as long as that's breaking the bad things, then that's all fine.
He comes back with a machine part. 'This it?'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Can you roll a Survival or Investigation check for the part?*
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)
Ok 21
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
To anyone in the junk piles: you see a shadow flicker on your periphal vision and then disappear. It appears humanoid, but some parts of it don’t look right. Is that an extra limb? And a tail?
"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
Extended Signature
"This place needs higher security. I shall work on that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*How far into the Heaps?*
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)