There is a whisper on the wind in the Fell Manor, and Lord Alston hears a voice behind him: A voice all too familiar to him.
"I see you've acquainted yourself with my newest little puppet."
The "noble" doesn't turn around.
"Feh, now you decide to speak. You treat your minions as slaves. I don't think we have much to talk about."
"Come, now, is that a proper greeting for an old friend? And after you wished for my return for so long..." There is a flash of darkness, and then the figure is standing in front of Alston, about thirty feet away. They look up at Alston, grinning.
The figure's appearance doesn't look like it's changed at all: All of their features seem sharp and pointed. Grey skin pulled tight over slender muscles and sharp bones. Piercing golden eyes that betray no hint of emotion behind them, always searching for something. Thin, needle-like teeth displayed in a wicked grin that looks deliberately sharpened. An angular jawline that narrows into a chin that could scratch glass. Long, black 'hair' that hangs down to their ankles. Dark robes with bloodstains of silver and gold.
They walk, barefoot, a couple steps closer to Alston. "It's about time we had a little talk, one on one, don't you think?"
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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)
"Come, now, is that a proper greeting for an old friend? And after you wished for my return for so long..." There is a flash of darkness, and then the figure is standing in front of Alston, about thirty feet away. They look up at Alston, grinning.
The figure's appearance doesn't look like it's changed at all: All of their features seem sharp and pointed. Grey skin pulled tight over slender muscles and sharp bones. Piercing golden eyes that betray no hint of emotion behind them, always searching for something. Thin, needle-like teeth displayed in a wicked grin that looks deliberately sharpened. An angular jawline that narrows into a chin that could scratch glass. Long, black 'hair' that hangs down to their ankles. Dark robes with bloodstains of silver and gold.
They walk, barefoot, a couple steps closer to Alston. "It's about time we had a little talk, one on one, don't you think?"
The blinded lord keeps rooting through his pile of trinkets.
"...Alright. But no more tricks."
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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.
"Come, now, is that a proper greeting for an old friend? And after you wished for my return for so long..." There is a flash of darkness, and then the figure is standing in front of Alston, about thirty feet away. They look up at Alston, grinning.
The figure's appearance doesn't look like it's changed at all: All of their features seem sharp and pointed. Grey skin pulled tight over slender muscles and sharp bones. Piercing golden eyes that betray no hint of emotion behind them, always searching for something. Thin, needle-like teeth displayed in a wicked grin that looks deliberately sharpened. An angular jawline that narrows into a chin that could scratch glass. Long, black 'hair' that hangs down to their ankles. Dark robes with bloodstains of silver and gold.
They walk, barefoot, a couple steps closer to Alston. "It's about time we had a little talk, one on one, don't you think?"
The blinded lord keeps rooting through his pile of trinkets.
"...Alright. But no more tricks."
"No more tricks? But Alston, didn't you use to enjoy my tricks?" With a wave of their hand, the stuffed otyugh plush stands to its feet and starts happily dawdling about the room.
"I remember that one fondly."
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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)
"Come, now, is that a proper greeting for an old friend? And after you wished for my return for so long..." There is a flash of darkness, and then the figure is standing in front of Alston, about thirty feet away. They look up at Alston, grinning.
The figure's appearance doesn't look like it's changed at all: All of their features seem sharp and pointed. Grey skin pulled tight over slender muscles and sharp bones. Piercing golden eyes that betray no hint of emotion behind them, always searching for something. Thin, needle-like teeth displayed in a wicked grin that looks deliberately sharpened. An angular jawline that narrows into a chin that could scratch glass. Long, black 'hair' that hangs down to their ankles. Dark robes with bloodstains of silver and gold.
They walk, barefoot, a couple steps closer to Alston. "It's about time we had a little talk, one on one, don't you think?"
The blinded lord keeps rooting through his pile of trinkets.
"...Alright. But no more tricks."
"No more tricks? But Alston, didn't you use to enjoy my tricks?" With a wave of their hand, the stuffed otyugh plush stands to its feet and starts happily dawdling about the room.
"I remember that one fondly."
"You are a traitor and a liar, Omori." He grabs the plushie and strokes it. "I missed you for decades... you only came back because it was convenient for you. You want something from me, I can tell. You're just like all the others..."
It's hard to describe, but he's addressing Omori, but not talking directly to them.
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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.
"Come, now, is that a proper greeting for an old friend? And after you wished for my return for so long..." There is a flash of darkness, and then the figure is standing in front of Alston, about thirty feet away. They look up at Alston, grinning.
The figure's appearance doesn't look like it's changed at all: All of their features seem sharp and pointed. Grey skin pulled tight over slender muscles and sharp bones. Piercing golden eyes that betray no hint of emotion behind them, always searching for something. Thin, needle-like teeth displayed in a wicked grin that looks deliberately sharpened. An angular jawline that narrows into a chin that could scratch glass. Long, black 'hair' that hangs down to their ankles. Dark robes with bloodstains of silver and gold.
They walk, barefoot, a couple steps closer to Alston. "It's about time we had a little talk, one on one, don't you think?"
The blinded lord keeps rooting through his pile of trinkets.
"...Alright. But no more tricks."
"No more tricks? But Alston, didn't you use to enjoy my tricks?" With a wave of their hand, the stuffed otyugh plush stands to its feet and starts happily dawdling about the room.
"I remember that one fondly."
"You are a traitor and a liar, Omori." He grabs the plushie and strokes it. "I missed you for decades... you only came back because it was convenient for you. You want something from me, I can tell. You're just like all the others..."
It's hard to describe, but he's addressing Omori, but not talking directly to them.
"I would never ask something of you after what you've been through. In fact, I'm here for reasons that are quite the opposite." They walk closer to Alston, but only slightly closer, their footsteps completely silent. "I'm here because I feel that you want something- Need something- and need my help to make it a reality. So here I am."
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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 would never ask something of you after what you've been through. In fact, I'm here for reasons that are quite the opposite." They walk closer to Alston, but only slightly closer, their footsteps completely silent. "I'm here because I feel that you want something- Need something- and need my help to make it a reality. So here I am."
Alston hangs his head. He slowly, carefully, removes his crown, then the wrappings underneath the crown. His head is ringed with eyes, all different colors and shapes, and all angry and tearful.
"I... You can't help me. No one can... It would take a true Titan, and despite your best efforts, you haven't reached that level yet."
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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.
"I would never ask something of you after what you've been through. In fact, I'm here for reasons that are quite the opposite." They walk closer to Alston, but only slightly closer, their footsteps completely silent. "I'm here because I feel that you want something- Need something- and need my help to make it a reality. So here I am."
Alston hangs his head. He slowly, carefully, removes his crown, then the wrappings underneath the crown. His head is ringed with eyes, all different colors and shapes, and all angry and tearful.
"I... You can't help me. No one can... It would take a true Titan, and despite your best efforts, you haven't reached that level yet."
"Yet. There are many ways for one to acquire power, and you know that better than most. It will take time, but I have a plan, and I will be able to help you. I'll be able to help everyone."
"I'm sorry for leaving. I know I will likely never be able to earn your forgiveness, but you have my word, for whatever that's worth, that I won't leave again. I promise."
*Deception for hiding their true intentions: 14*
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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)
"Yet. There are many ways for one to acquire power, and you know that better than most. It will take time, but I have a plan, and I will be able to help you. I'll be able to help everyone."
"I'm sorry for leaving. I know I will likely never be able to earn your forgiveness, but you have my word, for whatever that's worth, that I won't leave again. I promise."
*Deception for hiding their true intentions: 19*
*His Wisdom is garbage, he can't beat that roll. However, he is still a bit suspicious of them.*
"...What is it that you want from me?"
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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.
"Yet. There are many ways for one to acquire power, and you know that better than most. It will take time, but I have a plan, and I will be able to help you. I'll be able to help everyone."
"I'm sorry for leaving. I know I will likely never be able to earn your forgiveness, but you have my word, for whatever that's worth, that I won't leave again. I promise."
*Deception for hiding their true intentions: 19*
*His Wisdom is garbage, he can't beat that roll. However, he is still a bit suspicious of them.*
"...What is it that you want from me?"
They seem to be enjoying this, contentedly grinning, but it's hard to tell if they genuinely enjoy Alston's company, or are amused by something else...
"Nothing of value, Alston. Just a couple of your shadows, is all. Something to keep my vessel safe. It's on its way to the Gilded City right now, and it's in our best interests that it remains protected while it feeds me." They appear again in front of Alston, levitating upside-down a few feet away, looking right at Alston.
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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)
They seem to be enjoying this, contentedly grinning, but it's hard to tell if they genuinely enjoy Alston's company, or are amused by something else...
"Nothing of value, Alston. Just a couple of your shadows, is all. Something to keep my vessel safe. It's on its way to the Gilded City right now, and it's in our best interests that it remains protected while it feeds me." They appear again in front of Alston, levitating upside-down a few feet away, looking right at Alston.
He grumbles. "Fine." Several arms break off of his shadow and scuttle around. "If this comes back to haunt me, the Victrillians aren't going to like 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.
They seem to be enjoying this, contentedly grinning, but it's hard to tell if they genuinely enjoy Alston's company, or are amused by something else...
"Nothing of value, Alston. Just a couple of your shadows, is all. Something to keep my vessel safe. It's on its way to the Gilded City right now, and it's in our best interests that it remains protected while it feeds me." They appear again in front of Alston, levitating upside-down a few feet away, looking right at Alston.
He grumbles. "Fine." Several arms break off of his shadow and scuttle around. "If this comes back to haunt me, the Victrillians aren't going to like it."
"It won't: I'll make sure of it." They rotate in the air, landing on their feet and starting to walk away, before stopping.
"We are a lucky few, Alston, for we have fortune's favor. I never forget that, and I hope you haven't either. I will return shortly." And with that, Omori vanishes.
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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 sees a mound of dirt that looks freshly dug on the side of the path
She walks over to investigate, careful not to step too close. Her tendrils start moving again, as if they were groggily waking up from a sound slumber.
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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)
*My character is a small girl in tattered Edwardian-style clothing with a bandage covering her left eye.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"Come, now, is that a proper greeting for an old friend? And after you wished for my return for so long..." There is a flash of darkness, and then the figure is standing in front of Alston, about thirty feet away. They look up at Alston, grinning.
The figure's appearance doesn't look like it's changed at all: All of their features seem sharp and pointed. Grey skin pulled tight over slender muscles and sharp bones. Piercing golden eyes that betray no hint of emotion behind them, always searching for something. Thin, needle-like teeth displayed in a wicked grin that looks deliberately sharpened. An angular jawline that narrows into a chin that could scratch glass. Long, black 'hair' that hangs down to their ankles. Dark robes with bloodstains of silver and gold.
They walk, barefoot, a couple steps closer to Alston. "It's about time we had a little talk, one on one, don't you think?"
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 blinded lord keeps rooting through his pile of trinkets.
"...Alright. But no more tricks."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No more tricks? But Alston, didn't you use to enjoy my tricks?" With a wave of their hand, the stuffed otyugh plush stands to its feet and starts happily dawdling about the room.
"I remember that one fondly."
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 are a traitor and a liar, Omori." He grabs the plushie and strokes it. "I missed you for decades... you only came back because it was convenient for you. You want something from me, I can tell. You're just like all the others..."
It's hard to describe, but he's addressing Omori, but not talking directly to them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I would never ask something of you after what you've been through. In fact, I'm here for reasons that are quite the opposite." They walk closer to Alston, but only slightly closer, their footsteps completely silent. "I'm here because I feel that you want something- Need something- and need my help to make it a reality. So here I am."
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)
Alston hangs his head. He slowly, carefully, removes his crown, then the wrappings underneath the crown. His head is ringed with eyes, all different colors and shapes, and all angry and tearful.
"I... You can't help me. No one can... It would take a true Titan, and despite your best efforts, you haven't reached that level yet."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yet. There are many ways for one to acquire power, and you know that better than most. It will take time, but I have a plan, and I will be able to help you. I'll be able to help everyone."
"I'm sorry for leaving. I know I will likely never be able to earn your forgiveness, but you have my word, for whatever that's worth, that I won't leave again. I promise."
*Deception for hiding their true intentions: 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)
*His Wisdom is garbage, he can't beat that roll. However, he is still a bit suspicious of them.*
"...What is it that you want from me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They seem to be enjoying this, contentedly grinning, but it's hard to tell if they genuinely enjoy Alston's company, or are amused by something else...
"Nothing of value, Alston. Just a couple of your shadows, is all. Something to keep my vessel safe. It's on its way to the Gilded City right now, and it's in our best interests that it remains protected while it feeds me." They appear again in front of Alston, levitating upside-down a few feet away, looking right at Alston.
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 grumbles. "Fine." Several arms break off of his shadow and scuttle around. "If this comes back to haunt me, the Victrillians aren't going to like it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It won't: I'll make sure of it." They rotate in the air, landing on their feet and starting to walk away, before stopping.
"We are a lucky few, Alston, for we have fortune's favor. I never forget that, and I hope you haven't either. I will return shortly." And with that, Omori vanishes.
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)
Meanwhile, Omori(?) is continuing her trek to the Yellow City, determined to find refuge somewhere.
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 sees a mound of dirt that looks freshly dug on the side of the path
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 walks over to investigate, careful not to step too close. Her tendrils start moving again, as if they were groggily waking up from a sound slumber.
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 sees something buried under the dirt. its not moving
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
Omori cautiously comes closer to get a better look.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
it looks like a werewolf that was tossed into a coffin
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
*My character is a small girl in tattered Edwardian-style clothing with a bandage covering her left eye.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Omori continues towards what she assumes to be the direction of the Yellow City, her feet starting to hurt again from all the walking.
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)
Zalius is sitting by himself.
Nothic is chilling.
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