``Ah, Understandable. Well- uh. I hoped we could meet under more...Calming circumstances.``
They stand back up and look around the area.
*Oh, yeah, the planar fire. Almost forgot about that.*
There is a oddly well-timed explosion of rainbow flames from behind as the engine of the ship finally goes kaput.
The king recoils, standing in front of his companions.
Yvonne staggers back, caught off guard by the blast, but holds her footing. Elsa merely trembles: There's been more than enough explosions for today.
"...I'm guessing that was something vital finally giving out."
"Well, we likely weren't needing it anyway... We should probably go."
"Agreed. Do you think you can make it back to the guild? We can wait and rest if you need, I would offer to carry you on a stretcher, but I think my leg might give out."
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"We should probably head a good distance away from the crash before we try to rest."
"-Odds are, the Doctor would--- notice this crash and investigate it,--- so it would be wise to---- leave the surrounding area."
"I'm good with carrying Elsa for a ways further. Is your leg going to be okay?"
"It'll be fine, its just got a bit of shrapnel in it, that's all." He offers a small smile. "Let's get moving, I don't like the idea of the doctor finding us." The king picks up Elsa, despite the queen saying she could carry them, and begins to limp into the woods.
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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.
"We should probably head a good distance away from the crash before we try to rest."
"-Odds are, the Doctor would--- notice this crash and investigate it,--- so it would be wise to---- leave the surrounding area."
"I'm good with carrying Elsa for a ways further. Is your leg going to be okay?"
"It'll be fine, its just got a bit of shrapnel in it, that's all." He offers a small smile. "Let's get moving, I don't like the idea of the doctor finding us." The king picks up Elsa, despite the queen saying she could carry them, and begins to limp into the woods.
Roll perception for Yvonne.
Perception Check: 10
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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)
"We should probably head a good distance away from the crash before we try to rest."
"-Odds are, the Doctor would--- notice this crash and investigate it,--- so it would be wise to---- leave the surrounding area."
"I'm good with carrying Elsa for a ways further. Is your leg going to be okay?"
"It'll be fine, its just got a bit of shrapnel in it, that's all." He offers a small smile. "Let's get moving, I don't like the idea of the doctor finding us." The king picks up Elsa, despite the queen saying she could carry them, and begins to limp into the woods.
Roll perception for Yvonne.
Perception Check: 10
The majority of the kings leg is hidden behind his worn and torn cape, but Yvonne notices his right leg, the one he's injured, seems to be... glowing slightly? An almost rainbow-y color. Little streams of blood fall from it too, staining his trousers and the tips of the cape.
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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.
"We should probably head a good distance away from the crash before we try to rest."
"-Odds are, the Doctor would--- notice this crash and investigate it,--- so it would be wise to---- leave the surrounding area."
"I'm good with carrying Elsa for a ways further. Is your leg going to be okay?"
"It'll be fine, its just got a bit of shrapnel in it, that's all." He offers a small smile. "Let's get moving, I don't like the idea of the doctor finding us." The king picks up Elsa, despite the queen saying she could carry them, and begins to limp into the woods.
Roll perception for Yvonne.
Perception Check: 10
The majority of the kings leg is hidden behind his worn and torn cape, but Yvonne notices his right leg, the one he's injured, seems to be... glowing slightly? An almost rainbow-y color. Little streams of blood fall from it too, staining his trousers and the tips of the cape.
Yvonne doesn't bring it up: They're a long distance from the Lair, with no medical equipment to remedy the problem, and it would cause Elsa unnecessary worry.
"Drummer, I'll carry Elsa. I don't want your leg to bear unnecessary weight." Yvonne takes Elsa from the King's arms, if he allows, and walks alongside him.
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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)
"We should probably head a good distance away from the crash before we try to rest."
"-Odds are, the Doctor would--- notice this crash and investigate it,--- so it would be wise to---- leave the surrounding area."
"I'm good with carrying Elsa for a ways further. Is your leg going to be okay?"
"It'll be fine, its just got a bit of shrapnel in it, that's all." He offers a small smile. "Let's get moving, I don't like the idea of the doctor finding us." The king picks up Elsa, despite the queen saying she could carry them, and begins to limp into the woods.
Roll perception for Yvonne.
Perception Check: 10
The majority of the kings leg is hidden behind his worn and torn cape, but Yvonne notices his right leg, the one he's injured, seems to be... glowing slightly? An almost rainbow-y color. Little streams of blood fall from it too, staining his trousers and the tips of the cape.
Yvonne doesn't bring it up: They're a long distance from the Lair, with no medical equipment to remedy the problem, and it would cause Elsa unnecessary worry.
"Drummer, I'll carry Elsa. I don't want your leg to bear unnecessary weight." Yvonne takes Elsa from the King's arms, if he allows, and walks alongside him.
The king allows, despite being a little ashamed that he can't logically carry them. "We'll walk as far as we can, and then set up a place to rest. I'm pretty sure this is the direction the guild is in anyway, so we're slowly getting closer."
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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.
He makes his way nonchalantly towards them. Amid the voices of the big monsters around him, Yondor stares them directly in the eyes. In their minds, they receive the words 'Hello boys, it's me. Yondor. The fossil-lookin guy. Stay calm and do as I say.'
They all blink a number of times, and one of them almost jumps when he hears your voice. They all slowly nod at your commands.
He nods a small nod, then roughly stands them up, making sure they are all tied with hands behind their backs, and starts to lead them out of the building. He tells them loudly in a rough, scratchy voice, "You boys excited to see your new home? You'll be down in them pits, diggin away, heh heh. Follow me!"
He leads them out of the building.
Damn, what a plan.
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Yondor heads forward, leading the men, and they cautiously follow after him. You're almost at the door, when the large construct with the amulet around his next stands in front of you. He's massive, at least 9ft tall.
"What are your orders. Who sent you to take these men, scum."
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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.
After a few hours of walking, the sun begins to slowly set, and the OG trio reaches the edge of Basilisk Forest: The woodland on the edge of the King's domain. The mountain containing the Lair can be seen in the distance, an inky silhouette against the twilit sky. The lights of houses and arcane street lamps within Drummer's Kingdom glitter several miles away like a swarm of fireflies. This seems like a safe- and rather breathtaking- place to rest.
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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)
After a few hours of walking, the sun begins to slowly set, and the OG trio reaches the edge of Basilisk Forest: The woodland on the edge of the King's domain. The mountain containing the Lair can be seen in the distance, an inky silhouette against the twilit sky. The lights of houses and arcane street lamps within Drummer's Kingdom glitter several miles away like a swarm of fireflies. This seems like a safe- and rather breathtaking- place to rest.
"It feels... good, to be near my people again." The king takes a seat on a fallen branch. "Though I think it best we rest here and not with them, so not to draw attention, and for their own safety." Finding a stick beside him to use as a crutch, he scans the forest for any fire wood, which there's lots off.
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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.
*Hey Drum, I play an artificer named Oswald Grouper on 2ST, and I was wondering if he would fit here. If you saw the fight yesterday, that was him with all the robots.*
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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.
*Hey Drum, I play an artificer named Oswald Grouper on 2ST, and I was wondering if he would fit here. If you saw the fight yesterday, that was him with all the robots.*
*I sadly didn't see him yesterday, but I feel like I know him from somewhere else somehow. Go for it! I bet he would fit*
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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.
Yondor heads forward, leading the men, and they cautiously follow after him. You're almost at the door, when the large construct with the amulet around his next stands in front of you. He's massive, at least 9ft tall.
"What are your orders. Who sent you to take these men, scum."
Yondor lowers his head slightly in respect. "I was told by one of ma fellow workers, sir, who was delivering the message for me to carry out these orders."
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After a few hours of walking, the sun begins to slowly set, and the OG trio reaches the edge of Basilisk Forest: The woodland on the edge of the King's domain. The mountain containing the Lair can be seen in the distance, an inky silhouette against the twilit sky. The lights of houses and arcane street lamps within Drummer's Kingdom glitter several miles away like a swarm of fireflies. This seems like a safe- and rather breathtaking- place to rest.
"It feels... good, to be near my people again." The king takes a seat on a fallen branch. "Though I think it best we rest here and not with them, so not to draw attention, and for their own safety." Finding a stick beside him to use as a crutch, he scans the forest for any fire wood, which there's lots off.
"Good idea. The last thing we'd want is to bring an ambush to our front doors." Yvonne sets Elsa down gently next to the King, and prepares to gather some firewood... *off-camera survival check...*
Elsa is asleep. Most would say that robots cannot sleep in the same sense that organic beings do, but we know that Elsa isn't exactly a robot by most standards.
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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)
Yvonne staggers back, caught off guard by the blast, but holds her footing. Elsa merely trembles: There's been more than enough explosions for today.
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'm guessing that was something vital finally giving out."
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.
"Well, we likely weren't needing it anyway... We should probably go."
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)
"Agreed. Do you think you can make it back to the guild? We can wait and rest if you need, I would offer to carry you on a stretcher, but I think my leg might give out."
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.
"We should probably head a good distance away from the crash before we try to rest."
"-Odds are, the Doctor would--- notice this crash and investigate it,--- so it would be wise to---- leave the surrounding area."
"I'm good with carrying Elsa for a ways further. Is your leg going to be okay?"
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)
"It'll be fine, its just got a bit of shrapnel in it, that's all." He offers a small smile. "Let's get moving, I don't like the idea of the doctor finding us." The king picks up Elsa, despite the queen saying she could carry them, and begins to limp into the woods.
Roll perception for Yvonne.
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.
Perception Check: 10
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)
The majority of the kings leg is hidden behind his worn and torn cape, but Yvonne notices his right leg, the one he's injured, seems to be... glowing slightly? An almost rainbow-y color. Little streams of blood fall from it too, staining his trousers and the tips of the cape.
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.
Yvonne doesn't bring it up: They're a long distance from the Lair, with no medical equipment to remedy the problem, and it would cause Elsa unnecessary worry.
"Drummer, I'll carry Elsa. I don't want your leg to bear unnecessary weight." Yvonne takes Elsa from the King's arms, if he allows, and walks alongside him.
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)
The king allows, despite being a little ashamed that he can't logically carry them. "We'll walk as far as we can, and then set up a place to rest. I'm pretty sure this is the direction the guild is in anyway, so we're slowly getting closer."
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.
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*Oo. Should be interesting.*
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Yondor heads forward, leading the men, and they cautiously follow after him. You're almost at the door, when the large construct with the amulet around his next stands in front of you. He's massive, at least 9ft tall.
"What are your orders. Who sent you to take these men, scum."
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.
*Good morning, everyone!*
After a few hours of walking, the sun begins to slowly set, and the OG trio reaches the edge of Basilisk Forest: The woodland on the edge of the King's domain. The mountain containing the Lair can be seen in the distance, an inky silhouette against the twilit sky. The lights of houses and arcane street lamps within Drummer's Kingdom glitter several miles away like a swarm of fireflies. This seems like a safe- and rather breathtaking- place to rest.
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)
"It feels... good, to be near my people again." The king takes a seat on a fallen branch. "Though I think it best we rest here and not with them, so not to draw attention, and for their own safety." Finding a stick beside him to use as a crutch, he scans the forest for any fire wood, which there's lots off.
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.
*Hey Drum, I play an artificer named Oswald Grouper on 2ST, and I was wondering if he would fit here. If you saw the fight yesterday, that was him with all the robots.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I sadly didn't see him yesterday, but I feel like I know him from somewhere else somehow. Go for it! I bet he would fit*
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.
Yondor lowers his head slightly in respect. "I was told by one of ma fellow workers, sir, who was delivering the message for me to carry out these orders."
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"Good idea. The last thing we'd want is to bring an ambush to our front doors." Yvonne sets Elsa down gently next to the King, and prepares to gather some firewood... *off-camera survival check...*
Elsa is asleep. Most would say that robots cannot sleep in the same sense that organic beings do, but we know that Elsa isn't exactly a robot by most standards.
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 massive zeppelin is approaching the Spider Guild Lair. It's moving slowly, giving the Guild time to prepare.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.