The zeppelin, as described, has landed just beyond the base of the mountain. The doors are open and large enough to let the squad in without breaking formation.
Electric lights illuminate the interior, where machines line the walls. There is no crew, just a single man in the captain's chair. He wears boots, gloves, and an apron made out of the same brown leather. Beyond that, he's dressed like an office worker, with rolled-up sleeves, a white shirt, and a yellow tie. His yellow bowl cut covers his eyes partially.
"I am Oswald Grouper. As I've said, I've come to make a deal. Are you hear to listen, Spider King?" His dull voice is the same one from the loudspeaker.
*Ooo, this is cool*
"I wish to here what you are offering, yes." The king replies, cautiously riding in with his men. He's not sure about this, but desperate times cause for desperate measures. If this deal helps them, he needs to make sure it happens.
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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."
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."
"Your station?"
Yondor scratches his hairless, decrepit head thoughtfully. "Ah, what's it called.. equipment operator I believe?"
The zeppelin, as described, has landed just beyond the base of the mountain. The doors are open and large enough to let the squad in without breaking formation.
Electric lights illuminate the interior, where machines line the walls. There is no crew, just a single man in the captain's chair. He wears boots, gloves, and an apron made out of the same brown leather. Beyond that, he's dressed like an office worker, with rolled-up sleeves, a white shirt, and a yellow tie. His yellow bowl cut covers his eyes partially.
"I am Oswald Grouper. As I've said, I've come to make a deal. Are you hear to listen, Spider King?" His dull voice is the same one from the loudspeaker.
*Ooo, this is cool*
"I wish to here what you are offering, yes." The king replies, cautiously riding in with his men. He's not sure about this, but desperate times cause for desperate measures. If this deal helps them, he needs to make sure it happens.
*I agree, very cool!*
Amidais remains beside the King, remaining quiet to not interrupt His Majesty. He's content with just listening for now.
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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.
"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.
The King watches over Elsa, clearing out a spot for a fire near them, so they don't get cold, even if they are a robot.
Yvonne returns with a medium-sized bundle of dry sticks and twigs, wrapped up in a sticky web. She sets it down in the spot Drummer cleared out, back away a bit, and lights the bundle aflame with a wave of her hand.
"There. That should keep burning for at least an hour or two." Yvonne sits down, wincing slightly as her severed leg makes contact with the ground.
Yvonne has fallen asleep from exhaustion. The fire is still burning, but not with nearly as much intensity.
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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.
"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.
The King watches over Elsa, clearing out a spot for a fire near them, so they don't get cold, even if they are a robot.
Yvonne returns with a medium-sized bundle of dry sticks and twigs, wrapped up in a sticky web. She sets it down in the spot Drummer cleared out, back away a bit, and lights the bundle aflame with a wave of her hand.
"There. That should keep burning for at least an hour or two." Yvonne sits down, wincing slightly as her severed leg makes contact with the ground.
Yvonne has fallen asleep from exhaustion. The fire is still burning, but not with nearly as much intensity.
*Oh sorry, I must have missed that post before last*
The king doesn't allow himself to sleep, but its nearly impossible to stay perfectly vigilant. His mind wonders off, and unless something else happens, he rests until he or someone else is ready to go again.
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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.
The zeppelin, as described, has landed just beyond the base of the mountain. The doors are open and large enough to let the squad in without breaking formation.
Electric lights illuminate the interior, where machines line the walls. There is no crew, just a single man in the captain's chair. He wears boots, gloves, and an apron made out of the same brown leather. Beyond that, he's dressed like an office worker, with rolled-up sleeves, a white shirt, and a yellow tie. His yellow bowl cut covers his eyes partially.
"I am Oswald Grouper. As I've said, I've come to make a deal. Are you hear to listen, Spider King?" His dull voice is the same one from the loudspeaker.
*Ooo, this is cool*
"I wish to here what you are offering, yes." The king replies, cautiously riding in with his men. He's not sure about this, but desperate times cause for desperate measures. If this deal helps them, he needs to make sure it happens.
*I agree, very cool!*
Amidais remains beside the King, remaining quiet to not interrupt His Majesty. He's content with just listening for now.
Mr. Grouper acts as though he were in complete control of the situation, despite the armed guards. His body language says that this is just routine for him. "I'm here to offer a pact. You buy Grouper Corp products, which consist of mostly consumer goods, automatons, and materials such as metals, and we come to your military aid whenever it is needed. I would also like to be registered into the Spider Guild, but that is a want, not a need, and if anything that would come at a later date once you've seen the quality of my work."
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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.
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.
The King watches over Elsa, clearing out a spot for a fire near them, so they don't get cold, even if they are a robot.
Yvonne returns with a medium-sized bundle of dry sticks and twigs, wrapped up in a sticky web. She sets it down in the spot Drummer cleared out, back away a bit, and lights the bundle aflame with a wave of her hand.
"There. That should keep burning for at least an hour or two." Yvonne sits down, wincing slightly as her severed leg makes contact with the ground.
Yvonne has fallen asleep from exhaustion. The fire is still burning, but not with nearly as much intensity.
*Oh sorry, I must have missed that post before last*
The king doesn't allow himself to sleep, but its nearly impossible to stay perfectly vigilant. His mind wonders off, and unless something else happens, he rests until he or someone else is ready to go again.
*Something else Happens? Don't worry I got you something that'll keep the King on his Feet.*
Within the corner of the Majesties eye was a Strange Humanoid figure. They were large and seemed to circle them. If you were to look at them the figure seemed to have vanished.
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Mr. Grouper acts as though he were in complete control of the situation, despite the armed guards. His body language says that this is just routine for him. "I'm here to offer a pact. You buy Grouper Corp products, which consist of mostly consumer goods, automatons, and materials such as metals, and we come to your military aid whenever it is needed. I would also like to be registered into the Spider Guild, but that is a want, not a need, and if anything that would come at a later date once you've seen the quality of my work."
"We don't often enter suppliers into the Guild. Military aid would be... appreciated, and our gold is plenty, about the only thing we have that is. The Guild has made its fair share of profits. How much would we need to buy?"
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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.
*Something else Happens? Don't worry I got you something that'll keep the King on his Feet.*
Within the corner of the Majesties eye was a Strange Humanoid figure. They were large and seemed to circle them. If you were to look at them the figure seemed to have vanished.
The king blinks many times, aware that he could easily be hallucinating with pain.
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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.
Mr. Grouper acts as though he were in complete control of the situation, despite the armed guards. His body language says that this is just routine for him. "I'm here to offer a pact. You buy Grouper Corp products, which consist of mostly consumer goods, automatons, and materials such as metals, and we come to your military aid whenever it is needed. I would also like to be registered into the Spider Guild, but that is a want, not a need, and if anything that would come at a later date once you've seen the quality of my work."
"We don't often enter suppliers into the Guild. Military aid would be... appreciated, and our gold is plenty, about the only thing we have that is. The Guild has made its fair share of profits. How much would we need to buy?"
"Only about three thousand gold worth per month. And as you will see, supplies are the least of what I offer. Inventing is my primary talent and occupation. I know you have many inventors already, but I am a master craftsman, and I am certain my work can stand up to theirs."
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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.
Mr. Grouper acts as though he were in complete control of the situation, despite the armed guards. His body language says that this is just routine for him. "I'm here to offer a pact. You buy Grouper Corp products, which consist of mostly consumer goods, automatons, and materials such as metals, and we come to your military aid whenever it is needed. I would also like to be registered into the Spider Guild, but that is a want, not a need, and if anything that would come at a later date once you've seen the quality of my work."
"We don't often enter suppliers into the Guild. Military aid would be... appreciated, and our gold is plenty, about the only thing we have that is. The Guild has made its fair share of profits. How much would we need to buy?"
"Only about three thousand gold worth per month. And as you will see, supplies are the least of what I offer. Inventing is my primary talent and occupation. I know you have many inventors already, but I am a master craftsman, and I am certain my work can stand up to theirs."
"3000 is a lot, especially per month. I'll accept, but like you say, we are a guild of inventors. What can you contribute towards our community? Your teachings, inspiration, and participation would all be appreciated, and would help smooth over the deal."
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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.
*Something else Happens? Don't worry I got you something that'll keep the King on his Feet.*
Within the corner of the Majesties eye was a Strange Humanoid figure. They were large and seemed to circle them. If you were to look at them the figure seemed to have vanished.
The king blinks many times, aware that he could easily be hallucinating with pain.
The Figure still persisted, Seeming to vanish when looked at directly and only appear in the corner of the eye.
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"Only about three thousand gold worth per month. And as you will see, supplies are the least of what I offer. Inventing is my primary talent and occupation. I know you have many inventors already, but I am a master craftsman, and I am certain my work can stand up to theirs."
"3000 is a lot, especially per month. I'll accept, but like you say, we are a guild of inventors. What can you contribute towards our community? Your teachings, inspiration, and participation would all be appreciated, and would help smooth over the deal."
"Of course. What is a guild member if not a contributor to the whole? I'll also offer you a free extermination of some of the fiends down in the... Gape, I think you called it?"
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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.
*Something else Happens? Don't worry I got you something that'll keep the King on his Feet.*
Within the corner of the Majesties eye was a Strange Humanoid figure. They were large and seemed to circle them. If you were to look at them the figure seemed to have vanished.
The king blinks many times, aware that he could easily be hallucinating with pain.
The Figure still persisted, Seeming to vanish when looked at directly and only appear in the corner of the eye.
"Is someone there?" The king whispers and looks around a bit, not wanting to wake the others.
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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.
"Only about three thousand gold worth per month. And as you will see, supplies are the least of what I offer. Inventing is my primary talent and occupation. I know you have many inventors already, but I am a master craftsman, and I am certain my work can stand up to theirs."
"3000 is a lot, especially per month. I'll accept, but like you say, we are a guild of inventors. What can you contribute towards our community? Your teachings, inspiration, and participation would all be appreciated, and would help smooth over the deal."
"Of course. What is a guild member if not a contributor to the whole? I'll also offer you a free extermination of some of the fiends down in the... Gape, I think you called it?"
"Yes, the gape. This sounds like a very favourable deal, thank you."The king dismounts, ushering the men back when they try to dismount to come with him, and walks over to Mr Grouper to shake hands.
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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.
"Only about three thousand gold worth per month. And as you will see, supplies are the least of what I offer. Inventing is my primary talent and occupation. I know you have many inventors already, but I am a master craftsman, and I am certain my work can stand up to theirs."
"3000 is a lot, especially per month. I'll accept, but like you say, we are a guild of inventors. What can you contribute towards our community? Your teachings, inspiration, and participation would all be appreciated, and would help smooth over the deal."
"Of course. What is a guild member if not a contributor to the whole? I'll also offer you a free extermination of some of the fiends down in the... Gape, I think you called it?"
"Yes, the gape. This sounds like a very favourable deal, thank you."The king dismounts, ushering the men back when they try to dismount to come with him, and walks over to Mr Grouper to shake hands.
His grip is firm and professional. He smiles slightly, not enough to be noticed from any significant distance. No insight roll required, this is the extent of his current emotion.
"Then it is done. I should explain: while I don't need the money, you are somewhat out of the way from our factories, and shipping costs must be covered. The reason I require you to purchase products is exclusively to keep the investors happy. After all, you are now one of our largest buyers, and we couldn't possibly let you be destroyed by an outside threat."
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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.
"Only about three thousand gold worth per month. And as you will see, supplies are the least of what I offer. Inventing is my primary talent and occupation. I know you have many inventors already, but I am a master craftsman, and I am certain my work can stand up to theirs."
"3000 is a lot, especially per month. I'll accept, but like you say, we are a guild of inventors. What can you contribute towards our community? Your teachings, inspiration, and participation would all be appreciated, and would help smooth over the deal."
"Of course. What is a guild member if not a contributor to the whole? I'll also offer you a free extermination of some of the fiends down in the... Gape, I think you called it?"
"Yes, the gape. This sounds like a very favourable deal, thank you."The king dismounts, ushering the men back when they try to dismount to come with him, and walks over to Mr Grouper to shake hands.
His grip is firm and professional. He smiles slightly, not enough to be noticed from any significant distance. No insight roll required, this is the extent of his current emotion.
"Then it is done. I should explain: while I don't need the money, you are somewhat out of the way from our factories, and shipping costs must be covered. The reason I require you to purchase products is exclusively to keep the investors happy. After all, you are now one of our largest buyers, and we couldn't possibly let you be destroyed by an outside threat."
He nods, he would smile as well if he were in a better mood. "I understand, you're just protecting your stakeholders. We appreciate it."
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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.
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*pff, frick indeed*
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.
*Ooo, this is cool*
"I wish to here what you are offering, yes." The king replies, cautiously riding in with his men. He's not sure about this, but desperate times cause for desperate measures. If this deal helps them, he needs to make sure it happens.
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 don't have one of those." He snarls. "You're here to save these men, aren't you."
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 agree, very cool!*
Amidais remains beside the King, remaining quiet to not interrupt His Majesty. He's content with just listening for now.
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 has fallen asleep from exhaustion. The fire is still burning, but not with nearly as much intensity.
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)
*Oh sorry, I must have missed that post before last*
The king doesn't allow himself to sleep, but its nearly impossible to stay perfectly vigilant. His mind wonders off, and unless something else happens, he rests until he or someone else is ready to go again.
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.
Mr. Grouper acts as though he were in complete control of the situation, despite the armed guards. His body language says that this is just routine for him. "I'm here to offer a pact. You buy Grouper Corp products, which consist of mostly consumer goods, automatons, and materials such as metals, and we come to your military aid whenever it is needed. I would also like to be registered into the Spider Guild, but that is a want, not a need, and if anything that would come at a later date once you've seen the quality of my work."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Something else Happens? Don't worry I got you something that'll keep the King on his Feet.*
Within the corner of the Majesties eye was a Strange Humanoid figure. They were large and seemed to circle them. If you were to look at them the figure seemed to have vanished.
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*Perfectly understandable. Don't sweat it.*
*rolling to see if something happens... 14*
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 don't often enter suppliers into the Guild. Military aid would be... appreciated, and our gold is plenty, about the only thing we have that is. The Guild has made its fair share of profits. How much would we need to buy?"
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.
The king blinks many times, aware that he could easily be hallucinating with pain.
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.
"Only about three thousand gold worth per month. And as you will see, supplies are the least of what I offer. Inventing is my primary talent and occupation. I know you have many inventors already, but I am a master craftsman, and I am certain my work can stand up to theirs."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"3000 is a lot, especially per month. I'll accept, but like you say, we are a guild of inventors. What can you contribute towards our community? Your teachings, inspiration, and participation would all be appreciated, and would help smooth over the deal."
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.
The Figure still persisted, Seeming to vanish when looked at directly and only appear in the corner of the eye.
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"Of course. What is a guild member if not a contributor to the whole? I'll also offer you a free extermination of some of the fiends down in the... Gape, I think you called it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Is someone there?" The king whispers and looks around a bit, not wanting to wake the others.
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, the gape. This sounds like a very favourable deal, thank you." The king dismounts, ushering the men back when they try to dismount to come with him, and walks over to Mr Grouper to shake hands.
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.
His grip is firm and professional. He smiles slightly, not enough to be noticed from any significant distance. No insight roll required, this is the extent of his current emotion.
"Then it is done. I should explain: while I don't need the money, you are somewhat out of the way from our factories, and shipping costs must be covered. The reason I require you to purchase products is exclusively to keep the investors happy. After all, you are now one of our largest buyers, and we couldn't possibly let you be destroyed by an outside threat."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods, he would smile as well if he were in a better mood. "I understand, you're just protecting your stakeholders. We appreciate 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.