Evocation magic. It is bursting with evocation magic.
they also realize it isn’t a rock.
because it blooms.
the bulbous shape expands and folds out, revealing pale green and orange leaves, brightly glowing with the intensity of flame. From its base little roots, like worms, pale in color, make their way into the charred earth, starting to root the giant flower into the ground.
all of the guards get to make a constitution saving throw!
*This is awesome*
The guards start walking backwards, eyes stuck on the plant. This was the last thing they expected.
Con saves!
3 standard guards: 6, 12, 17
Team leader: 23
Team mage: 20
The flower emits nearly invisible spores, slightly tinting the air green and yellow. The guards all inhale the spores, which make their way into the lungs. It burns for a few seconds, extremely painful. But then, the feeling recedes and the three standard guards fail their saving throw. The spores don’t leave their lungs and throat, but instead they stay there, quietly waiting and multiplying. It’s harmless, for now.
One of the guards, the one who rolled a 6, also hears a telepathic voice inside of their head.
Elsa and Yvonne are planning together, discussing various ideas for traps.
Amidais is searching alongside the Spider King, not ready to take any actions without his approval.
Far away, the Doctor takes notes, preparing to pry for weaknesses at a later date.
Moonlight is sitting in the corner, carving a stamp out of some sort of brown stone with red specks in it.
The King is treating some of his wounds and trying to get his head in the right place. Whatever that mental lock that his clone put him in was, it really took it out of him. He was fighting well up until that point, and then he needed Yvonne's help just to stand. He looks worried as usual, the supposed clone of his having abilities that he doesn't scares him even more.
"Realistically... we lost pretty badly, and the two we fought seemed as unprepared and confused as we did. They'll be more prepared next time we meet." The king finishes wrapping a bandage around his shoulder and begins to put his shoulder armour back on. "Any good trap ideas, Yvonne, Elsa?"
"We have a few ideas, actually. One idea we had is... well, throwing the impostor king into the Gape. Strong as they are, there's no way anyone would survive that."
"-Another idea was using--- two Bags of Holding to--- trap them in the Astral Plane. Granted,--- this would be difficult to execute."
"We also thought of the possibility that the Doctor may have nothing to do with this. What that would entail, I have no clue, but there is a slim chance. That shouldn't change our tactics much, but if there is a chance of negotiation, we could try that- if just to buy time, if nothing else."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I've been doing pretty well. Not much of note, though.*
"Understood. I'll head over and get someone to dispatch a squad of them. Stay safe, my liege." And with that, Amidais begins heading back towards the Lair.
The Spider King watches to make sure Amidais gets back to the lair alright, and then continues to search through the locations on the map. There's a lot of potential hiding spots in this city- he hopes Amidais is successful with acquiring the machines.
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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 flower emits nearly invisible spores, slightly tinting the air green and yellow. The guards all inhale the spores, which make their way into the lungs. It burns for a few seconds, extremely painful. But then, the feeling recedes and the three standard guards fail their saving throw. The spores don’t leave their lungs and throat, but instead they stay there, quietly waiting and multiplying. It’s harmless, for now.
One of the guards, the one who rolled a 6, also hears a telepathic voice inside of their head.
bring an army.
feed the sun lotus.
care for me.
The guards all cough and splutter through the extreme pain before it ends, some doubling over. Guard number 1 (who rolled a 6) is shaking his head, instinctively scared of the voice he heard.
"This is just what we need, the Guild is already falling to pieces." The squad leader curses. "I'm ordering a full retrete if possible, back towards the guild- we're gonna need a [gp] ton of backup."
The rest of the team nod, and they do their best to turn around and head back.
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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 have a few ideas, actually. One idea we had is... well, throwing the impostor king into the Gape. Strong as they are, there's no way anyone would survive that."
"-Another idea was using--- two Bags of Holding to--- trap them in the Astral Plane. Granted,--- this would be difficult to execute."
"We also thought of the possibility that the Doctor may have nothing to do with this. What that would entail, I have no clue, but there is a slim chance. That shouldn't change our tactics much, but if there is a chance of negotiation, we could try that- if just to buy time, if nothing else."
"They're all smart ideas actually. I'm not sure how, but we could maybe lure the clone towards the gape if we run out of other options. And the trick with the bags of holding is highly effective, as long as we stay clear of it. Negotiating is an option too- if we can get them to talk with us. And maybe get a zone of truth up as well." The king chucks some bread around, to make sure everyone who needs it has something to eat.
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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.
(Hmm- Idea. Not any threat just a bit of an Idea. Where exactly are you all?)
*Lots of people are in lots of different places at the moment. The original trio, Elsanova, the Queen and the King, are in a sealed chamber under the city whilst they heal up and plan. The Spider king, a slightly more powerful clone of the original king, is searching the city, trying to find and execute the trio. And I believe Amidais is in the lair, looking for machines to aid the spider king's search. There's lots of other characters too, all around the guild and city.*
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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 have a few ideas, actually. One idea we had is... well, throwing the impostor king into the Gape. Strong as they are, there's no way anyone would survive that."
"-Another idea was using--- two Bags of Holding to--- trap them in the Astral Plane. Granted,--- this would be difficult to execute."
"We also thought of the possibility that the Doctor may have nothing to do with this. What that would entail, I have no clue, but there is a slim chance. That shouldn't change our tactics much, but if there is a chance of negotiation, we could try that- if just to buy time, if nothing else."
"They're all smart ideas actually. I'm not sure how, but we could maybe lure the clone towards the gape if we run out of other options. And the trick with the bags of holding is highly effective, as long as we stay clear of it. Negotiating is an option too- if we can get them to talk with us. And maybe get a zone of truth up as well." The king chucks some bread around, to make sure everyone who needs it has something to eat.
"Bags of Holding are cheap and numerous, if difficult to make, so we shouldn't have too much difficulty getting two of them. It may only be a temporary solution, depending on how long it takes for them to get back, but it should give us a couple days at least."
"-I'll try to--- locate the nearest astral gateway. Then--- we'd know how much time--- we would have." Elsa's camera eye dilates as they run their algorithms...
...but then, they suddenly stop. "-Hmm. That's--- odd. Let me try again." They do try again, but stop even sooner than previously. "-Hold on, that--- that can't be right..."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Bags of Holding are cheap and numerous, if difficult to make, so we shouldn't have too much difficulty getting two of them. It may only be a temporary solution, depending on how long it takes for them to get back, but it should give us a couple days at least."
"-I'll try to--- locate the nearest astral gateway. Then--- we'd know how much time--- we would have." Elsa's camera eye dilates as they run their algorithms...
...but then, they suddenly stop. "-Hmm. That's--- odd. Let me try again." They do try again, but stop even sooner than previously. "-Hold on, that--- that can't be right..."
The kings eyebrow raises in concern. "Is everything alright Elsa?"
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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.
"Bags of Holding are cheap and numerous, if difficult to make, so we shouldn't have too much difficulty getting two of them. It may only be a temporary solution, depending on how long it takes for them to get back, but it should give us a couple days at least."
"-I'll try to--- locate the nearest astral gateway. Then--- we'd know how much time--- we would have." Elsa's camera eye dilates as they run their algorithms...
...but then, they suddenly stop. "-Hmm. That's--- odd. Let me try again." They do try again, but stop even sooner than previously. "-Hold on, that--- that can't be right..."
The kings eyebrow raises in concern. "Is everything alright Elsa?"
"The--- planar ID of this place is--- incorrect. It should be--- [5P1D3R], but my scans--- show we're on [5P1D3R - B]. Normally, that mark is reserved for--- twin realities, but this isn't one--- right?"
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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)
The flower emits nearly invisible spores, slightly tinting the air green and yellow. The guards all inhale the spores, which make their way into the lungs. It burns for a few seconds, extremely painful. But then, the feeling recedes and the three standard guards fail their saving throw. The spores don’t leave their lungs and throat, but instead they stay there, quietly waiting and multiplying. It’s harmless, for now.
One of the guards, the one who rolled a 6, also hears a telepathic voice inside of their head.
bring an army.
feed the sun lotus.
care for me.
The guards all cough and splutter through the extreme pain before it ends, some doubling over. Guard number 1 (who rolled a 6) is shaking his head, instinctively scared of the voice he heard.
"This is just what we need, the Guild is already falling to pieces." The squad leader curses. "I'm ordering a full retrete if possible, back towards the guild- we're gonna need a [gp] ton of backup."
The rest of the team nod, and they do their best to turn around and head back.
They manage to make their way back, but when they look back they can see the surrounding forest starting to go up in emerald flames.
"Bags of Holding are cheap and numerous, if difficult to make, so we shouldn't have too much difficulty getting two of them. It may only be a temporary solution, depending on how long it takes for them to get back, but it should give us a couple days at least."
"-I'll try to--- locate the nearest astral gateway. Then--- we'd know how much time--- we would have." Elsa's camera eye dilates as they run their algorithms...
...but then, they suddenly stop. "-Hmm. That's--- odd. Let me try again." They do try again, but stop even sooner than previously. "-Hold on, that--- that can't be right..."
The kings eyebrow raises in concern. "Is everything alright Elsa?"
"The--- planar ID of this place is--- incorrect. It should be--- [5P1D3R], but my scans--- show we're on [5P1D3R - B]. Normally, that mark is reserved for--- twin realities, but this isn't one--- right?"
*Dies of laughter as I see that planar ID*
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"Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination"
"Bags of Holding are cheap and numerous, if difficult to make, so we shouldn't have too much difficulty getting two of them. It may only be a temporary solution, depending on how long it takes for them to get back, but it should give us a couple days at least."
"-I'll try to--- locate the nearest astral gateway. Then--- we'd know how much time--- we would have." Elsa's camera eye dilates as they run their algorithms...
...but then, they suddenly stop. "-Hmm. That's--- odd. Let me try again." They do try again, but stop even sooner than previously. "-Hold on, that--- that can't be right..."
The kings eyebrow raises in concern. "Is everything alright Elsa?"
"The--- planar ID of this place is--- incorrect. It should be--- [5P1D3R], but my scans--- show we're on [5P1D3R - B]. Normally, that mark is reserved for--- twin realities, but this isn't one--- right?"
*Dies of laughter as I see that planar ID*
*Ol' Doc knew what they were doing when they picked that one out for the Guild's home plane. ;)*
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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)
"Bags of Holding are cheap and numerous, if difficult to make, so we shouldn't have too much difficulty getting two of them. It may only be a temporary solution, depending on how long it takes for them to get back, but it should give us a couple days at least."
"-I'll try to--- locate the nearest astral gateway. Then--- we'd know how much time--- we would have." Elsa's camera eye dilates as they run their algorithms...
...but then, they suddenly stop. "-Hmm. That's--- odd. Let me try again." They do try again, but stop even sooner than previously. "-Hold on, that--- that can't be right..."
The kings eyebrow raises in concern. "Is everything alright Elsa?"
"The--- planar ID of this place is--- incorrect. It should be--- [5P1D3R], but my scans--- show we're on [5P1D3R - B]. Normally, that mark is reserved for--- twin realities, but this isn't one--- right?"
The king looks to Yvonne, eyes slightly wider than before. "It isn't- right?"
*I can imagine the dramatic realisation music in the background right now*
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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.
"Bags of Holding are cheap and numerous, if difficult to make, so we shouldn't have too much difficulty getting two of them. It may only be a temporary solution, depending on how long it takes for them to get back, but it should give us a couple days at least."
"-I'll try to--- locate the nearest astral gateway. Then--- we'd know how much time--- we would have." Elsa's camera eye dilates as they run their algorithms...
...but then, they suddenly stop. "-Hmm. That's--- odd. Let me try again." They do try again, but stop even sooner than previously. "-Hold on, that--- that can't be right..."
The kings eyebrow raises in concern. "Is everything alright Elsa?"
"The--- planar ID of this place is--- incorrect. It should be--- [5P1D3R], but my scans--- show we're on [5P1D3R - B]. Normally, that mark is reserved for--- twin realities, but this isn't one--- right?"
The king looks to Yvonne, eyes slightly wider than before. "It isn't- right?"
*I can imagine the dramatic realisation music in the background right now*
The flower emits nearly invisible spores, slightly tinting the air green and yellow. The guards all inhale the spores, which make their way into the lungs. It burns for a few seconds, extremely painful. But then, the feeling recedes and the three standard guards fail their saving throw. The spores don’t leave their lungs and throat, but instead they stay there, quietly waiting and multiplying. It’s harmless, for now.
One of the guards, the one who rolled a 6, also hears a telepathic voice inside of their head.
bring an army.
feed the sun lotus.
care for me.
The guards all cough and splutter through the extreme pain before it ends, some doubling over. Guard number 1 (who rolled a 6) is shaking his head, instinctively scared of the voice he heard.
"This is just what we need, the Guild is already falling to pieces." The squad leader curses. "I'm ordering a full retrete if possible, back towards the guild- we're gonna need a [gp] ton of backup."
The rest of the team nod, and they do their best to turn around and head back.
They manage to make their way back, but when they look back they can see the surrounding forest starting to go up in emerald flames.
About 10 minutes later, not having been able to find the king, they head back towards the flower, a group of 30 of them this time.
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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.
The flower emits nearly invisible spores, slightly tinting the air green and yellow. The guards all inhale the spores, which make their way into the lungs. It burns for a few seconds, extremely painful. But then, the feeling recedes and the three standard guards fail their saving throw. The spores don’t leave their lungs and throat, but instead they stay there, quietly waiting and multiplying. It’s harmless, for now.
One of the guards, the one who rolled a 6, also hears a telepathic voice inside of their head.
bring an army.
feed the sun lotus.
care for me.
The guards all cough and splutter through the extreme pain before it ends, some doubling over. Guard number 1 (who rolled a 6) is shaking his head, instinctively scared of the voice he heard.
"This is just what we need, the Guild is already falling to pieces." The squad leader curses. "I'm ordering a full retrete if possible, back towards the guild- we're gonna need a [gp] ton of backup."
The rest of the team nod, and they do their best to turn around and head back.
They manage to make their way back, but when they look back they can see the surrounding forest starting to go up in emerald flames.
About 10 minutes later, not having been able to find the king, they head back towards the flower, a group of 30 of them this time.
I’m not gonna have you roll the saving throw for the spores for all of them once they get closer so how about a third of them fail this time.
They make their way to the flower, the ground smoldering with emerald sparks and un burnt trees catching fire. The wildfire is spreading quickly, and if it isn’t stopped, the forest will be burnt to the ground in a few days. They get to the crater, and see the flower. A few of the of the guards who failed their saving throw get the same telepathic message as the other one did. The Lotus’ roots have dug a few inches deeper into the ground. It’s growing quickly, and it has a lot of empty space to grow.
Yvonne seems confused. "No, it isn't. It- it shouldn't be, anyway. Twin planes are formed like how twins are born in many mammals: The one splits into two very early in the plane's creation, and the two develop based on the same blueprints, so to speak. To split a fully formed reality in two, that would take an immense amount of planar force. How-" She stops, remembering something: A few days ago, when they escaped the crash, prismatic flames were engulfing the area.
Planar fire from the ship's engines. Planar engines.
Jobah is replanting his cacti. He seems to be applying some spells to them.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The flower emits nearly invisible spores, slightly tinting the air green and yellow. The guards all inhale the spores, which make their way into the lungs. It burns for a few seconds, extremely painful. But then, the feeling recedes and the three standard guards fail their saving throw. The spores don’t leave their lungs and throat, but instead they stay there, quietly waiting and multiplying. It’s harmless, for now.
One of the guards, the one who rolled a 6, also hears a telepathic voice inside of their head.
bring an army.
feed the sun lotus.
care for me.
"We have a few ideas, actually. One idea we had is... well, throwing the impostor king into the Gape. Strong as they are, there's no way anyone would survive that."
"-Another idea was using--- two Bags of Holding to--- trap them in the Astral Plane. Granted,--- this would be difficult to execute."
"We also thought of the possibility that the Doctor may have nothing to do with this. What that would entail, I have no clue, but there is a slim chance. That shouldn't change our tactics much, but if there is a chance of negotiation, we could try that- if just to buy time, if nothing else."
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)
(Hmm- Idea. Not any threat just a bit of an Idea. Where exactly are you all?)
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
The Spider King watches to make sure Amidais gets back to the lair alright, and then continues to search through the locations on the map. There's a lot of potential hiding spots in this city- he hopes Amidais is successful with acquiring the machines.
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 guards all cough and splutter through the extreme pain before it ends, some doubling over. Guard number 1 (who rolled a 6) is shaking his head, instinctively scared of the voice he heard.
"This is just what we need, the Guild is already falling to pieces." The squad leader curses. "I'm ordering a full retrete if possible, back towards the guild- we're gonna need a [gp] ton of backup."
The rest of the team nod, and they do their best to turn around and head back.
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.
"They're all smart ideas actually. I'm not sure how, but we could maybe lure the clone towards the gape if we run out of other options. And the trick with the bags of holding is highly effective, as long as we stay clear of it. Negotiating is an option too- if we can get them to talk with us. And maybe get a zone of truth up as well." The king chucks some bread around, to make sure everyone who needs it has something to eat.
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.
*Lots of people are in lots of different places at the moment. The original trio, Elsanova, the Queen and the King, are in a sealed chamber under the city whilst they heal up and plan. The Spider king, a slightly more powerful clone of the original king, is searching the city, trying to find and execute the trio. And I believe Amidais is in the lair, looking for machines to aid the spider king's search. There's lots of other characters too, all around the guild and city.*
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.
"Bags of Holding are cheap and numerous, if difficult to make, so we shouldn't have too much difficulty getting two of them. It may only be a temporary solution, depending on how long it takes for them to get back, but it should give us a couple days at least."
"-I'll try to--- locate the nearest astral gateway. Then--- we'd know how much time--- we would have." Elsa's camera eye dilates as they run their algorithms...
...but then, they suddenly stop. "-Hmm. That's--- odd. Let me try again." They do try again, but stop even sooner than previously. "-Hold on, that--- that can't be right..."
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 kings eyebrow raises in concern. "Is everything alright Elsa?"
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--- planar ID of this place is--- incorrect. It should be--- [5P1D3R], but my scans--- show we're on [5P1D3R - B]. Normally, that mark is reserved for--- twin realities, but this isn't one--- right?"
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)
They manage to make their way back, but when they look back they can see the surrounding forest starting to go up in emerald flames.
Jobah seeks an audience with the king.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Dies of laughter as I see that planar ID*
My cults are dead, let's talk about myself where they used to be. I am The_cool_Elsecaller, a transfem lesbian who is still in the closet to all but a few people I know IRL. I enjoy video games, reading, writing, and sleeping. Feel free to PM me if you want writing advice or just want to talk.
"Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination"
-First Ideal of the Knights Radiant
Extended Signature. Real Extended Signature
*Ol' Doc knew what they were doing when they picked that one out for the Guild's home plane. ;)*
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 looks to Yvonne, eyes slightly wider than before. "It isn't- right?"
*I can imagine the dramatic realisation music in the background right now*
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.
*dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun*
About 10 minutes later, not having been able to find the king, they head back towards the flower, a group of 30 of them this time.
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’m not gonna have you roll the saving throw for the spores for all of them once they get closer so how about a third of them fail this time.
They make their way to the flower, the ground smoldering with emerald sparks and un burnt trees catching fire. The wildfire is spreading quickly, and if it isn’t stopped, the forest will be burnt to the ground in a few days. They get to the crater, and see the flower. A few of the of the guards who failed their saving throw get the same telepathic message as the other one did. The Lotus’ roots have dug a few inches deeper into the ground. It’s growing quickly, and it has a lot of empty space to grow.
Yvonne seems confused. "No, it isn't. It- it shouldn't be, anyway. Twin planes are formed like how twins are born in many mammals: The one splits into two very early in the plane's creation, and the two develop based on the same blueprints, so to speak. To split a fully formed reality in two, that would take an immense amount of planar force. How-" She stops, remembering something: A few days ago, when they escaped the crash, prismatic flames were engulfing the area.
Planar fire from the ship's engines. Planar engines.
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)