She doesn't detect anything else of note in the room other than a door leading forward.
She walks towards the table, picking up a platinum knife. She examines it for a moment, before putting it in her pocket.
Before she touches it, she hears a voice. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." She can easily tell where the voice is coming from, but she can't see who is speaking. "They're probably cursed. But if you're feeling brave, I'd say go right ahead."
*Does she recognize this voice?*
"Wha- Who's there?" Omori's eyes open and start looking around.
*Unless she worked here at some point, probably not*
"I'm just the cook." A candle lights. Suddenly, a figure next to it becomes visible: a tall, handsome man with alabaster skin and faint gold veins. "People who try and steal that silverware often get caught one way or another, even if they cover their tracks perfectly. That;s why I'm suspicious of that platinum flatware right there."
*She's never worked at a place like this. In fact, she's probably never been to a fancy mansion before.*
"Oh... interesting. What is this place?" She looks around, at whatever decor isn't completely enveloped in darkness. Omori's eyes all open and stare at the man, watching his movements.
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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)
She doesn't detect anything else of note in the room other than a door leading forward.
She walks towards the table, picking up a platinum knife. She examines it for a moment, before putting it in her pocket.
Before she touches it, she hears a voice. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." She can easily tell where the voice is coming from, but she can't see who is speaking. "They're probably cursed. But if you're feeling brave, I'd say go right ahead."
*Does she recognize this voice?*
"Wha- Who's there?" Omori's eyes open and start looking around.
*Unless she worked here at some point, probably not*
"I'm just the cook." A candle lights. Suddenly, a figure next to it becomes visible: a tall, handsome man with alabaster skin and faint gold veins. "People who try and steal that silverware often get caught one way or another, even if they cover their tracks perfectly. That;s why I'm suspicious of that platinum flatware right there."
*She's never worked at a place like this. In fact, she's probably never been to a fancy mansion before.*
"Oh... interesting. What is this place?" She looks around, at whatever decor isn't completely enveloped in darkness. Omori's eyes all open and stare at the man, watching his movements.
"This is the Fell Manor, home of the family Fell. The world is filled with grotesque powers, and the family Fell was fascinated by them all. They built their mansion on top of a mountain to be closer to the moon, the harbinger of occult strength, but the mansion fell off decades ago. Most of the servants and family members died."
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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.
She doesn't detect anything else of note in the room other than a door leading forward.
She walks towards the table, picking up a platinum knife. She examines it for a moment, before putting it in her pocket.
Before she touches it, she hears a voice. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." She can easily tell where the voice is coming from, but she can't see who is speaking. "They're probably cursed. But if you're feeling brave, I'd say go right ahead."
*Does she recognize this voice?*
"Wha- Who's there?" Omori's eyes open and start looking around.
*Unless she worked here at some point, probably not*
"I'm just the cook." A candle lights. Suddenly, a figure next to it becomes visible: a tall, handsome man with alabaster skin and faint gold veins. "People who try and steal that silverware often get caught one way or another, even if they cover their tracks perfectly. That;s why I'm suspicious of that platinum flatware right there."
*She's never worked at a place like this. In fact, she's probably never been to a fancy mansion before.*
"Oh... interesting. What is this place?" She looks around, at whatever decor isn't completely enveloped in darkness. Omori's eyes all open and stare at the man, watching his movements.
"This is the Fell Manor, home of the family Fell. The world is filled with grotesque powers, and the family Fell was fascinated by them all. They built their mansion on top of a mountain to be closer to the moon, the harbinger of occult strength, but the mansion fell off decades ago. Most of the servants and family members died."
The eyes begin looking all around the manor, looking for... something. Omori seems intrigued. "Fascinating... This world is so odd."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"This is the Fell Manor, home of the family Fell. The world is filled with grotesque powers, and the family Fell was fascinated by them all. They built their mansion on top of a mountain to be closer to the moon, the harbinger of occult strength, but the mansion fell off decades ago. Most of the servants and family members died."
The eyes begin looking all around the manor, looking for... something. Omori seems intrigued. "Fascinating... This world is so odd."
"Ah, you must be an Ironblood. These things happen all the time. A word of advice: don't let Lord Aslton see you. He was cursed with occult deformities from birth, and was treated poorly for them for his entire childhood. He doesn't like strangers, and he certainly doesn't like anything that reminds him of himself."
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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.
"This is the Fell Manor, home of the family Fell. The world is filled with grotesque powers, and the family Fell was fascinated by them all. They built their mansion on top of a mountain to be closer to the moon, the harbinger of occult strength, but the mansion fell off decades ago. Most of the servants and family members died."
The eyes begin looking all around the manor, looking for... something. Omori seems intrigued. "Fascinating... This world is so odd."
"Ah, you must be an Ironblood. These things happen all the time. A word of advice: don't let Lord Aslton see you. He was cursed with occult deformities from birth, and was treated poorly for them for his entire childhood. He doesn't like strangers, and he certainly doesn't like anything that reminds him of himself."
"Interesting. Oh, before I forget, what's your name?" She smiles, unknowingly showing her sharp teeth.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"This is the Fell Manor, home of the family Fell. The world is filled with grotesque powers, and the family Fell was fascinated by them all. They built their mansion on top of a mountain to be closer to the moon, the harbinger of occult strength, but the mansion fell off decades ago. Most of the servants and family members died."
The eyes begin looking all around the manor, looking for... something. Omori seems intrigued. "Fascinating... This world is so odd."
"Ah, you must be an Ironblood. These things happen all the time. A word of advice: don't let Lord Aslton see you. He was cursed with occult deformities from birth, and was treated poorly for them for his entire childhood. He doesn't like strangers, and he certainly doesn't like anything that reminds him of himself."
"Interesting. Oh, before I forget, what's your name?" She smiles, unknowingly showing her sharp teeth.
He seems unfazed. "My name is Krovnir, but I would prefer it if you called me Wilson. Thanks for asking."
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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.
"This is the Fell Manor, home of the family Fell. The world is filled with grotesque powers, and the family Fell was fascinated by them all. They built their mansion on top of a mountain to be closer to the moon, the harbinger of occult strength, but the mansion fell off decades ago. Most of the servants and family members died."
The eyes begin looking all around the manor, looking for... something. Omori seems intrigued. "Fascinating... This world is so odd."
"Ah, you must be an Ironblood. These things happen all the time. A word of advice: don't let Lord Aslton see you. He was cursed with occult deformities from birth, and was treated poorly for them for his entire childhood. He doesn't like strangers, and he certainly doesn't like anything that reminds him of himself."
"Interesting. Oh, before I forget, what's your name?" She smiles, unknowingly showing her sharp teeth.
He seems unfazed. "My name is Krovnir, but I would prefer it if you called me Wilson. Thanks for asking."
"Nice to meet you, Wilson. I'm... well, I'm pretty sure I'm Omori." She seems uncertain for a moment, before returning to a more calm demeanor.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"This is the Fell Manor, home of the family Fell. The world is filled with grotesque powers, and the family Fell was fascinated by them all. They built their mansion on top of a mountain to be closer to the moon, the harbinger of occult strength, but the mansion fell off decades ago. Most of the servants and family members died."
The eyes begin looking all around the manor, looking for... something. Omori seems intrigued. "Fascinating... This world is so odd."
"Ah, you must be an Ironblood. These things happen all the time. A word of advice: don't let Lord Aslton see you. He was cursed with occult deformities from birth, and was treated poorly for them for his entire childhood. He doesn't like strangers, and he certainly doesn't like anything that reminds him of himself."
"Interesting. Oh, before I forget, what's your name?" She smiles, unknowingly showing her sharp teeth.
He seems unfazed. "My name is Krovnir, but I would prefer it if you called me Wilson. Thanks for asking."
"Nice to meet you, Wilson. I'm... well, I'm pretty sure I'm Omori." She seems uncertain for a moment, before returning to a more calm demeanor.
Wilson looks at her oddly for a moment. "Nice to meet you, Ki- I mean, Omori." He gives a head bow. "You're going to the Gilded City, right?"
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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.
"This is the Fell Manor, home of the family Fell. The world is filled with grotesque powers, and the family Fell was fascinated by them all. They built their mansion on top of a mountain to be closer to the moon, the harbinger of occult strength, but the mansion fell off decades ago. Most of the servants and family members died."
The eyes begin looking all around the manor, looking for... something. Omori seems intrigued. "Fascinating... This world is so odd."
"Ah, you must be an Ironblood. These things happen all the time. A word of advice: don't let Lord Aslton see you. He was cursed with occult deformities from birth, and was treated poorly for them for his entire childhood. He doesn't like strangers, and he certainly doesn't like anything that reminds him of himself."
"Interesting. Oh, before I forget, what's your name?" She smiles, unknowingly showing her sharp teeth.
He seems unfazed. "My name is Krovnir, but I would prefer it if you called me Wilson. Thanks for asking."
"Nice to meet you, Wilson. I'm... well, I'm pretty sure I'm Omori." She seems uncertain for a moment, before returning to a more calm demeanor.
Wilson looks at her oddly for a moment. "Nice to meet you, Ki- I mean, Omori." He gives a head bow. "You're going to the Gilded City, right?"
K- Omori looks back with the same confusion. "I was heading to the Yellow City... is that the same place?"
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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)
Wilson looks at her oddly for a moment. "Nice to meet you, Ki- I mean, Omori." He gives a head bow. "You're going to the Gilded City, right?"
K- Omori looks back with the same confusion. "I was heading to the Yellow City... is that the same place?"
"Er... yes. Sorry, I get all caught up in the past sometimes. I often end up cooking meals for the whole Fell house, even though there are only two servants and Lord Alston left."
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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.
Wilson looks at her oddly for a moment. "Nice to meet you, Ki- I mean, Omori." He gives a head bow. "You're going to the Gilded City, right?"
K- Omori looks back with the same confusion. "I was heading to the Yellow City... is that the same place?"
"Er... yes. Sorry, I get all caught up in the past sometimes. I often end up cooking meals for the whole Fell house, even though there are only two servants and Lord Alston left."
"I see... Thank you for your help, Wilson." Omori looks back at the silverware for a moment, before beginning to wander deeper into the manor.
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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)
Wilson looks at her oddly for a moment. "Nice to meet you, Ki- I mean, Omori." He gives a head bow. "You're going to the Gilded City, right?"
K- Omori looks back with the same confusion. "I was heading to the Yellow City... is that the same place?"
"Er... yes. Sorry, I get all caught up in the past sometimes. I often end up cooking meals for the whole Fell house, even though there are only two servants and Lord Alston left."
"I see... Thank you for your help, Wilson." Omori looks back at the silverware for a moment, before beginning to wander deeper into the manor.
As she walks into the next room, she sees an elderly woman, the same beautiful species as Wilson, sitting in a chair. The chair was clearly dragged roughly, tearing up the carpet in a trail toward the middle of the room, right next to a gramophone. "Master Alston... is that you?"
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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.
Wilson looks at her oddly for a moment. "Nice to meet you, Ki- I mean, Omori." He gives a head bow. "You're going to the Gilded City, right?"
K- Omori looks back with the same confusion. "I was heading to the Yellow City... is that the same place?"
"Er... yes. Sorry, I get all caught up in the past sometimes. I often end up cooking meals for the whole Fell house, even though there are only two servants and Lord Alston left."
"I see... Thank you for your help, Wilson." Omori looks back at the silverware for a moment, before beginning to wander deeper into the manor.
As she walks into the next room, she sees an elderly woman, the same beautiful species as Wilson, sitting in a chair. The chair was clearly dragged roughly, tearing up the carpet in a trail toward the middle of the room, right next to a gramophone. "Master Alston... is that you?"
"No, I'm just... a guest." Her myriad eyes looks around the room for anything of interest while Omori turns to face the old woman, nervously smiling.
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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)
"Er... yes. Sorry, I get all caught up in the past sometimes. I often end up cooking meals for the whole Fell house, even though there are only two servants and Lord Alston left."
"I see... Thank you for your help, Wilson." Omori looks back at the silverware for a moment, before beginning to wander deeper into the manor.
As she walks into the next room, she sees an elderly woman, the same beautiful species as Wilson, sitting in a chair. The chair was clearly dragged roughly, tearing up the carpet in a trail toward the middle of the room, right next to a gramophone. "Master Alston... is that you?"
"No, I'm just... a guest." Her myriad eyes looks around the room for anything of interest while Omori turns to face the old woman, nervously smiling.
The room is an entertaining room, with plush yet dusty couches and chairs surrounding the music player. This room should not be connected to the dining room, which should not have been connected to the front door.
The old woman looks up at Omori, her gold eyes focusing on her. "Oh, Omori! You've come back! I knew it! Tom didn't believe me, but Alston kept saying 'They have to come back,' and he was right!"
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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.
"Er... yes. Sorry, I get all caught up in the past sometimes. I often end up cooking meals for the whole Fell house, even though there are only two servants and Lord Alston left."
"I see... Thank you for your help, Wilson." Omori looks back at the silverware for a moment, before beginning to wander deeper into the manor.
As she walks into the next room, she sees an elderly woman, the same beautiful species as Wilson, sitting in a chair. The chair was clearly dragged roughly, tearing up the carpet in a trail toward the middle of the room, right next to a gramophone. "Master Alston... is that you?"
"No, I'm just... a guest." Her myriad eyes looks around the room for anything of interest while Omori turns to face the old woman, nervously smiling.
The room is an entertaining room, with plush yet dusty couches and chairs surrounding the music player. This room should not be connected to the dining room, which should not have been connected to the front door.
The old woman looks up at Omori, her gold eyes focusing on her. "Oh, Omori! You've come back! I knew it! Tom didn't believe me, but Alston kept saying 'They have to come back,' and he was right!"
"Wh- what?" Omori seems surprised, and is visibly confused. Her tendrils' eyes, though, all look at the old woman. They know something that Omori doesn't.
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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)
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Void Death opens the door that Omori is standing by.
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
I have darkvision to 60 ft.
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*She's never worked at a place like this. In fact, she's probably never been to a fancy mansion before.*
"Oh... interesting. What is this place?" She looks around, at whatever decor isn't completely enveloped in darkness. Omori's eyes all open and stare at the man, watching his movements.
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)
*You still didn't see the guy until the candle was lit.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It leads to what is clearly some sort of entertaining room, with an elderly woman of the same species as the chef sitting in a chair by a gramophone.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"This is the Fell Manor, home of the family Fell. The world is filled with grotesque powers, and the family Fell was fascinated by them all. They built their mansion on top of a mountain to be closer to the moon, the harbinger of occult strength, but the mansion fell off decades ago. Most of the servants and family members died."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Void Death gets down on 1 knee and keeps their eyes on the floor
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
The eyes begin looking all around the manor, looking for... something. Omori seems intrigued. "Fascinating... This world is so odd."
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)
"Ah, you must be an Ironblood. These things happen all the time. A word of advice: don't let Lord Aslton see you. He was cursed with occult deformities from birth, and was treated poorly for them for his entire childhood. He doesn't like strangers, and he certainly doesn't like anything that reminds him of himself."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Interesting. Oh, before I forget, what's your name?" She smiles, unknowingly showing her sharp teeth.
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)
He seems unfazed. "My name is Krovnir, but I would prefer it if you called me Wilson. Thanks for asking."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Nice to meet you, Wilson. I'm... well, I'm pretty sure I'm Omori." She seems uncertain for a moment, before returning to a more calm demeanor.
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)
Wilson looks at her oddly for a moment. "Nice to meet you, Ki- I mean, Omori." He gives a head bow. "You're going to the Gilded City, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
K- Omori looks back with the same confusion. "I was heading to the Yellow City... is that the same place?"
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)
"Er... yes. Sorry, I get all caught up in the past sometimes. I often end up cooking meals for the whole Fell house, even though there are only two servants and Lord Alston left."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see... Thank you for your help, Wilson." Omori looks back at the silverware for a moment, before beginning to wander deeper into the manor.
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)
As she walks into the next room, she sees an elderly woman, the same beautiful species as Wilson, sitting in a chair. The chair was clearly dragged roughly, tearing up the carpet in a trail toward the middle of the room, right next to a gramophone. "Master Alston... is that you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No, I'm just... a guest." Her myriad eyes looks around the room for anything of interest while Omori turns to face the old woman, nervously smiling.
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 room is an entertaining room, with plush yet dusty couches and chairs surrounding the music player. This room should not be connected to the dining room, which should not have been connected to the front door.
The old woman looks up at Omori, her gold eyes focusing on her. "Oh, Omori! You've come back! I knew it! Tom didn't believe me, but Alston kept saying 'They have to come back,' and he was right!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Wh- what?" Omori seems surprised, and is visibly confused. Her tendrils' eyes, though, all look at the old woman. They know something that Omori doesn't.
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)