Amidais finally makes it to the Guild's Lair, pressing in a code to access the old Mech Bay. The doors open with a slight stutter, a visible sign of its lack of use.
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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)
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.
*sorry for the late responses again! Once I reach the summer holidays thinks should be easier*
All the guards seem very wary, many are very scared. One of the spellcasters is ordered to make a first strike, to determine the strength of the enemy, and he very nervously walks to the front of the group.
He lets off a fire bolt at the central part of the flower, experimenting.
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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.
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.
The king see's the realisation on the Queen's face, his own expression contorting slightly. "I know that look... what is it Yvonne?" He knows very little about machinery, or how to split planes, but he has at least some knowledge on magic, realms, and the amount of energy that would be needed to create a split reality like that. An enormous amount...
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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.
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.
*sorry for the late responses again! Once I reach the summer holidays thinks should be easier*
All the guards seem very wary, many are very scared. One of the spellcasters is ordered to make a first strike, to determine the strength of the enemy, and he very nervously walks to the front of the group.
He lets off a fire bolt at the central part of the flower, experimenting.
The fire hits the flower, and it quivers slightly, but isn’t burnt by the flames.
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.
The king sees the realisation on the Queen's face, his own expression contorting slightly. "I know that look... what is it Yvonne?" He knows very little about machinery, or how to split planes, but he has at least some knowledge on magic, realms, and the amount of energy that would be needed to create a split reality like that. An enormous amount...
"The engines on Drake's ship were planar engines. Those kinds of engines release loads of planar energy to propel a vehicle forward- more than enough to cause instability in the fabric of reality." Yvonne looks increasingly panicked. "Drummer, when we left on Drake's ship to go to Konton... it split our reality into two."
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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)
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.
*sorry for the late responses again! Once I reach the summer holidays thinks should be easier*
All the guards seem very wary, many are very scared. One of the spellcasters is ordered to make a first strike, to determine the strength of the enemy, and he very nervously walks to the front of the group.
He lets off a fire bolt at the central part of the flower, experimenting.
The fire hits the flower, and it quivers slightly, but isn’t burnt by the flames.
A few more casters join in, attempting to find any weak spots or abilities, firing a stream of firebolts at the flower.
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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.
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.
The king sees the realisation on the Queen's face, his own expression contorting slightly. "I know that look... what is it Yvonne?" He knows very little about machinery, or how to split planes, but he has at least some knowledge on magic, realms, and the amount of energy that would be needed to create a split reality like that. An enormous amount...
"The engines on Drake's ship were planar engines. Those kinds of engines release loads of planar energy to propel a vehicle forward- more than enough to cause instability in the fabric of reality." Yvonne looks increasingly panicked. "Drummer, when we left on Drake's ship to go to Konton... it split our reality into two."
The kings eyes look at the floor, as he comes to terms with the crazy repercussions their trip to Konton seems to have had. "The people of the guild and kingdom were told to look after themselves as we left to deal with the doctor, but with all the attacks and problems that have occurred in our absence, it made me wonder how they had persevered without our leadership. But I did not doubt them, I believed their strength as people had pulled them through... but this, this makes sense."
The king rubs his temples. "The realities split... the guild made itself a new leader."
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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.
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.
*sorry for the late responses again! Once I reach the summer holidays thinks should be easier*
All the guards seem very wary, many are very scared. One of the spellcasters is ordered to make a first strike, to determine the strength of the enemy, and he very nervously walks to the front of the group.
He lets off a fire bolt at the central part of the flower, experimenting.
The fire hits the flower, and it quivers slightly, but isn’t burnt by the flames.
A few more casters join in, attempting to find any weak spots or abilities, firing a stream of firebolts at the flower.
The Sun Lotus seems completely immune to the flames. In fact, the fire might be affecting it positively. Its roots dig deeper and firmly root the elephant sized plant into the charred area around it, the roots at least a foot long at this point, thriving in the charred ground with no competition. As they continue to blast it with fire, a small sprout makes its way out of the ground, only an inch or so tall, near the front of the group. It’s a vibrant green and it starts to sprout a small flower, a glowing pale yellow. Slowly, more and more of these sprout over the course of a few minutes, dozens of them, each no more than 50 feet from the lotus. After that, their growth slows down a bit and fewer flowers constantly start growing. There’s around 30 of the little sprouts right no.
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.
The king sees the realisation on the Queen's face, his own expression contorting slightly. "I know that look... what is it Yvonne?" He knows very little about machinery, or how to split planes, but he has at least some knowledge on magic, realms, and the amount of energy that would be needed to create a split reality like that. An enormous amount...
"The engines on Drake's ship were planar engines. Those kinds of engines release loads of planar energy to propel a vehicle forward- more than enough to cause instability in the fabric of reality." Yvonne looks increasingly panicked. "Drummer, when we left on Drake's ship to go to Konton... it split our reality into two."
The kings eyes look at the floor, as he comes to terms with the crazy repercussions their trip to Konton seems to have had. "The people of the guild and kingdom were told to look after themselves as we left to deal with the doctor, but with all the attacks and problems that have occurred in our absence, it made me wonder how they had persevered without our leadership. But I did not doubt them, I believed their strength as people had pulled them through... but this, this makes sense."
The king rubs his temples. "The realities split... the guild made itself a new leader."
"It seems like no one here remembered Elsa, which somewhat makes sense- they aren't from our plane, so they probably weren't cloned like you and Amidais. But, I haven't seen my counterpart yet. I left a simulacrum at the Lair a while back, before we set off to Konton... did that version of me trick the plane into thinking I was already there when the split occurred? This... this is all so confusing."
"-Whatever happened here, it seems--- this plane is the only one--- that's changed in a wide radius. The split--- must be localized to this 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)
The Sun Lotus seems completely immune to the flames. In fact, the fire might be affecting it positively. Its roots dig deeper and firmly root the elephant sized plant into the charred area around it, the roots at least a foot long at this point, thriving in the charred ground with no competition. As they continue to blast it with fire, a small sprout makes its way out of the ground, only an inch or so tall, near the front of the group. It’s a vibrant green and it starts to sprout a small flower, a glowing pale yellow. Slowly, more and more of these sprout over the course of a few minutes, dozens of them, each no more than 50 feet from the lotus. After that, their growth slows down a bit and fewer flowers constantly start growing. There’s around 30 of the little sprouts right no.
The group takes a good few steps back as the flowers sprout out of the ground, really unsure of the intentions of this Lotus. A spectral blade flies from one of their hands, attempting to cut one of the emerging blooms in half.
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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.
"It seems like no one here remembered Elsa, which somewhat makes sense- they aren't from our plane, so they probably weren't cloned like you and Amidais. But, I haven't seen my counterpart yet. I left a simulacrum at the Lair a while back, before we set off to Konton... did that version of me trick the plane into thinking I was already there when the split occurred? This... this is all so confusing."
"-Whatever happened here, it seems--- this plane is the only one--- that's changed in a wide radius. The split--- must be localized to this plane."
The king nods, agreeing with his companions. "If we're... correct, in assuming all of this, then we need to take on a whole new approach. If the reality is split, and some of us have been cloned, that means it might actually, for once, not be the doctor messing with us." The king sighs, not sure if that's a positive fact or a negative one. "This is our own doing."
"The other version of me seems angry, and confused, like us. If it was created as we left, and has looked after the guild since, I can see why it would act like this when us three turn up. We may need to try and convince them that we're not from the doctor, or have hostile intentions."
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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.
*oop, sorry I missed this. I'd usually get the king right away, but the roleplay kinda prevents that right now sadly- can I interest you in a super unique and completely original npc or two in the meantime?*
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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 Sun Lotus seems completely immune to the flames. In fact, the fire might be affecting it positively. Its roots dig deeper and firmly root the elephant sized plant into the charred area around it, the roots at least a foot long at this point, thriving in the charred ground with no competition. As they continue to blast it with fire, a small sprout makes its way out of the ground, only an inch or so tall, near the front of the group. It’s a vibrant green and it starts to sprout a small flower, a glowing pale yellow. Slowly, more and more of these sprout over the course of a few minutes, dozens of them, each no more than 50 feet from the lotus. After that, their growth slows down a bit and fewer flowers constantly start growing. There’s around 30 of the little sprouts right no.
The group takes a good few steps back as the flowers sprout out of the ground, really unsure of the intentions of this Lotus. A spectral blade flies from one of their hands, attempting to cut one of the emerging blooms in half.
It cuts cleanly through the emerging flower, but the wound of the small flower quickly closes up. They all start sprouting tiny leaves, including the injured one.
"It seems like no one here remembered Elsa, which somewhat makes sense- they aren't from our plane, so they probably weren't cloned like you and Amidais. But, I haven't seen my counterpart yet. I left a simulacrum at the Lair a while back, before we set off to Konton... did that version of me trick the plane into thinking I was already there when the split occurred? This... this is all so confusing."
"-Whatever happened here, it seems--- this plane is the only one--- that's changed in a wide radius. The split--- must be localized to this plane."
The king nods, agreeing with his companions. "If we're... correct, in assuming all of this, then we need to take on a whole new approach. If the reality is split, and some of us have been cloned, that means it might actually, for once, not be the doctor messing with us." The king sighs, not sure if that's a positive fact or a negative one. "This is our own doing."
"The other version of me seems angry, and confused, like us. If it was created as we left, and has looked after the guild since, I can see why it would act like this when us three turn up. We may need to try and convince them that we're not from the doctor, or have hostile intentions."
"If negotiations are in order, then we need to find a way to stop the other king from just charging in and attacking before we can get our words out. Maybe if we begin from hiding..."
"-We could also attempt to--- restrain the other Drummer. Either--- with nets, magic, or- if necessary- myself."
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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)
There is a shout from a little ways away from the Spider King.
"My liege, I'm coming!"
Amidais is hurriedly heading over to his king, behind him... seemingly nothing. But the platoon of 20 Mantis behind the royal vizier can still be faintly heard- their metal footfalls softly thudding against dirt and stone roads and across roof tiles. Every so often, one of their visor-eyes shimmers with light from within, revealing their location for the briefest instant before the Mantis disappears again.
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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)
*oop, sorry I missed this. I'd usually get the king right away, but the roleplay kinda prevents that right now sadly- can I interest you in a super unique and completely original npc or two in the meantime?*
*yes quite so*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jobah still 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.
*How's everyone doing today?*
Amidais finally makes it to the Guild's Lair, pressing in a code to access the old Mech Bay. The doors open with a slight stutter, a visible sign of its lack of use.
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)
https://imgur.com/a/8ssdKsU
i made a funny :>
*sorry for the late responses again! Once I reach the summer holidays thinks should be easier*
All the guards seem very wary, many are very scared. One of the spellcasters is ordered to make a first strike, to determine the strength of the enemy, and he very nervously walks to the front of the group.
He lets off a fire bolt at the central part of the flower, experimenting.
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 see's the realisation on the Queen's face, his own expression contorting slightly. "I know that look... what is it Yvonne?" He knows very little about machinery, or how to split planes, but he has at least some knowledge on magic, realms, and the amount of energy that would be needed to create a split reality like that. An enormous amount...
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 fire hits the flower, and it quivers slightly, but isn’t burnt by the flames.
"The engines on Drake's ship were planar engines. Those kinds of engines release loads of planar energy to propel a vehicle forward- more than enough to cause instability in the fabric of reality." Yvonne looks increasingly panicked. "Drummer, when we left on Drake's ship to go to Konton... it split our reality into two."
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 few more casters join in, attempting to find any weak spots or abilities, firing a stream of firebolts at the flower.
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 kings eyes look at the floor, as he comes to terms with the crazy repercussions their trip to Konton seems to have had. "The people of the guild and kingdom were told to look after themselves as we left to deal with the doctor, but with all the attacks and problems that have occurred in our absence, it made me wonder how they had persevered without our leadership. But I did not doubt them, I believed their strength as people had pulled them through... but this, this makes sense."
The king rubs his temples. "The realities split... the guild made itself a new leader."
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 Sun Lotus seems completely immune to the flames. In fact, the fire might be affecting it positively. Its roots dig deeper and firmly root the elephant sized plant into the charred area around it, the roots at least a foot long at this point, thriving in the charred ground with no competition. As they continue to blast it with fire, a small sprout makes its way out of the ground, only an inch or so tall, near the front of the group. It’s a vibrant green and it starts to sprout a small flower, a glowing pale yellow. Slowly, more and more of these sprout over the course of a few minutes, dozens of them, each no more than 50 feet from the lotus. After that, their growth slows down a bit and fewer flowers constantly start growing. There’s around 30 of the little sprouts right no.
"It seems like no one here remembered Elsa, which somewhat makes sense- they aren't from our plane, so they probably weren't cloned like you and Amidais. But, I haven't seen my counterpart yet. I left a simulacrum at the Lair a while back, before we set off to Konton... did that version of me trick the plane into thinking I was already there when the split occurred? This... this is all so confusing."
"-Whatever happened here, it seems--- this plane is the only one--- that's changed in a wide radius. The split--- must be localized to this 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)
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 group takes a good few steps back as the flowers sprout out of the ground, really unsure of the intentions of this Lotus. A spectral blade flies from one of their hands, attempting to cut one of the emerging blooms in half.
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 nods, agreeing with his companions. "If we're... correct, in assuming all of this, then we need to take on a whole new approach. If the reality is split, and some of us have been cloned, that means it might actually, for once, not be the doctor messing with us." The king sighs, not sure if that's a positive fact or a negative one. "This is our own doing."
"The other version of me seems angry, and confused, like us. If it was created as we left, and has looked after the guild since, I can see why it would act like this when us three turn up. We may need to try and convince them that we're not from the doctor, or have hostile intentions."
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.
*oop, sorry I missed this. I'd usually get the king right away, but the roleplay kinda prevents that right now sadly- can I interest you in a super unique and completely original npc or two in the meantime?*
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.
It cuts cleanly through the emerging flower, but the wound of the small flower quickly closes up. They all start sprouting tiny leaves, including the injured one.
"If negotiations are in order, then we need to find a way to stop the other king from just charging in and attacking before we can get our words out. Maybe if we begin from hiding..."
"-We could also attempt to--- restrain the other Drummer. Either--- with nets, magic, or- if necessary- myself."
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)
There is a shout from a little ways away from the Spider King.
"My liege, I'm coming!"
Amidais is hurriedly heading over to his king, behind him... seemingly nothing. But the platoon of 20 Mantis behind the royal vizier can still be faintly heard- their metal footfalls softly thudding against dirt and stone roads and across roof tiles. Every so often, one of their visor-eyes shimmers with light from within, revealing their location for the briefest instant before the Mantis disappears again.
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)
*yes quite so*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Good morning! How's everyone doing 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)