Jo thinks about the question for a moment. "Well, there's all sorts! They're... kinda hard for me to classify, though. All of them are real different from the creatures most of us are used to. Most of 'em are some mix of plant or animal or fungus or machine."
“Fascinating. So am I permitted to assume lodgings here for a period of time?”
"Well, that ain't for me to decide. You'll wanna talk to Ms. Quill about that." Jo gestures towards the defunct research facility, which is currently undergoing renovation. "She's probably somewhere in there right now."
“All right.” Cin heads in that direction.
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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.
A strangely suited man walks through the waving fields of cilia, taking his time and observing the alien creatures. He wears a suit very similar to an old driving suit, with a round copper helmet covered in barred portholes, metal gloves and heavy boots, another porthole with a thick, bolted seal circling around it's edge in his chest, and brown waterproof canvas joining it all together.
A strangely suited man walks through the waving fields of cilia, taking his time and observing the alien creatures. He wears a suit very similar to an old driving suit, with a round copper helmet covered in barred portholes, metal gloves and heavy boots, another porthole with a thick, bolted seal circling around it's edge in his chest, and brown waterproof canvas joining it all together.
A warbling cry can be heard above as a large, slender creature flies overhead, swiftly fluttering its six paddle-like wings as it soars past. Roughly the size of a whale, it seems like this creature shouldn't be able to even get off the ground- and yet it flies anyway, an affront to physics merely by existing.
The campfire's plume of white smoke can be seen in the distance, rising up from behind a hill of grey rock. The winged wonder lands on top of the hill, with an unexpected grace, and begins grazing on the cilia.
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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)
A strangely suited man walks through the waving fields of cilia, taking his time and observing the alien creatures. He wears a suit very similar to an old driving suit, with a round copper helmet covered in barred portholes, metal gloves and heavy boots, another porthole with a thick, bolted seal circling around it's edge in his chest, and brown waterproof canvas joining it all together.
A warbling cry can be heard above as a large, slender creature flies overhead, swiftly fluttering its six paddle-like wings as it soars past. Roughly the size of a whale, it seems like this creature shouldn't be able to even get off the ground- and yet it flies anyway, an affront to physics merely by existing.
The campfire's plume of white smoke can be seen in the distance, rising up from behind a hill of grey rock. The winged wonder lands on top of the hill, with an unexpected grace, and begins grazing on the cilia.
Cin watches it, somewhat awed.
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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.
A strangely suited man walks through the waving fields of cilia, taking his time and observing the alien creatures. He wears a suit very similar to an old driving suit, with a round copper helmet covered in barred portholes, metal gloves and heavy boots, another porthole with a thick, bolted seal circling around it's edge in his chest, and brown waterproof canvas joining it all together.
A warbling cry can be heard above as a large, slender creature flies overhead, swiftly fluttering its six paddle-like wings as it soars past. Roughly the size of a whale, it seems like this creature shouldn't be able to even get off the ground- and yet it flies anyway, an affront to physics merely by existing.
The campfire's plume of white smoke can be seen in the distance, rising up from behind a hill of grey rock. The winged wonder lands on top of the hill, with an unexpected grace, and begins grazing on the cilia.
His helmeted head watches the creature pass by in amazement. He chases after it and pulls a leather bound journal out and a pencil. Once he gets close enough, he ducks down to hide himself in the cilia and begins to sketch the magnificent animal with excitement.
A strangely suited man walks through the waving fields of cilia, taking his time and observing the alien creatures. He wears a suit very similar to an old driving suit, with a round copper helmet covered in barred portholes, metal gloves and heavy boots, another porthole with a thick, bolted seal circling around it's edge in his chest, and brown waterproof canvas joining it all together.
A warbling cry can be heard above as a large, slender creature flies overhead, swiftly fluttering its six paddle-like wings as it soars past. Roughly the size of a whale, it seems like this creature shouldn't be able to even get off the ground- and yet it flies anyway, an affront to physics merely by existing.
The campfire's plume of white smoke can be seen in the distance, rising up from behind a hill of grey rock. The winged wonder lands on top of the hill, with an unexpected grace, and begins grazing on the cilia.
His helmeted head watches the creature pass by in amazement. He chases after it and pulls a leather bound journal out and a pencil. Once he gets close enough, he ducks down to hide himself in the cilia and begins to sketch the magnificent animal with excitement.
*Go ahead and roll either a Stealth or Animal Handling check.*
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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)
A strangely suited man walks through the waving fields of cilia, taking his time and observing the alien creatures. He wears a suit very similar to an old driving suit, with a round copper helmet covered in barred portholes, metal gloves and heavy boots, another porthole with a thick, bolted seal circling around it's edge in his chest, and brown waterproof canvas joining it all together.
A warbling cry can be heard above as a large, slender creature flies overhead, swiftly fluttering its six paddle-like wings as it soars past. Roughly the size of a whale, it seems like this creature shouldn't be able to even get off the ground- and yet it flies anyway, an affront to physics merely by existing.
The campfire's plume of white smoke can be seen in the distance, rising up from behind a hill of grey rock. The winged wonder lands on top of the hill, with an unexpected grace, and begins grazing on the cilia.
His helmeted head watches the creature pass by in amazement. He chases after it and pulls a leather bound journal out and a pencil. Once he gets close enough, he ducks down to hide himself in the cilia and begins to sketch the magnificent animal with excitement.
*Go ahead and roll either a Stealth or Animal Handling check.*
A strangely suited man walks through the waving fields of cilia, taking his time and observing the alien creatures. He wears a suit very similar to an old driving suit, with a round copper helmet covered in barred portholes, metal gloves and heavy boots, another porthole with a thick, bolted seal circling around it's edge in his chest, and brown waterproof canvas joining it all together.
A warbling cry can be heard above as a large, slender creature flies overhead, swiftly fluttering its six paddle-like wings as it soars past. Roughly the size of a whale, it seems like this creature shouldn't be able to even get off the ground- and yet it flies anyway, an affront to physics merely by existing.
The campfire's plume of white smoke can be seen in the distance, rising up from behind a hill of grey rock. The winged wonder lands on top of the hill, with an unexpected grace, and begins grazing on the cilia.
His helmeted head watches the creature pass by in amazement. He chases after it and pulls a leather bound journal out and a pencil. Once he gets close enough, he ducks down to hide himself in the cilia and begins to sketch the magnificent animal with excitement.
*Go ahead and roll either a Stealth or Animal Handling check.*
18 for stealth
The creature doesn't seem to notice his approach, pulling one of the cilia creatures out of the ground with its mouth- revealing the large bacterium's root-like underside- and tilting its head up to swallow it whole. You're close enough to notice that the winged beast's hide appears unusually smooth, with a metallic-seeming sheen to it.
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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)
A strangely suited man walks through the waving fields of cilia, taking his time and observing the alien creatures. He wears a suit very similar to an old driving suit, with a round copper helmet covered in barred portholes, metal gloves and heavy boots, another porthole with a thick, bolted seal circling around it's edge in his chest, and brown waterproof canvas joining it all together.
A warbling cry can be heard above as a large, slender creature flies overhead, swiftly fluttering its six paddle-like wings as it soars past. Roughly the size of a whale, it seems like this creature shouldn't be able to even get off the ground- and yet it flies anyway, an affront to physics merely by existing.
The campfire's plume of white smoke can be seen in the distance, rising up from behind a hill of grey rock. The winged wonder lands on top of the hill, with an unexpected grace, and begins grazing on the cilia.
His helmeted head watches the creature pass by in amazement. He chases after it and pulls a leather bound journal out and a pencil. Once he gets close enough, he ducks down to hide himself in the cilia and begins to sketch the magnificent animal with excitement.
*Go ahead and roll either a Stealth or Animal Handling check.*
18 for stealth
The creature doesn't seem to notice his approach, pulling one of the cilia creatures out of the ground with its mouth- revealing the large bacterium's root-like underside- and tilting its head up to swallow it whole. You're close enough to notice that the winged beast's hide appears unusually smooth, with a metallic-seeming sheen to it.
He sketches an incredibly accurate drawing of the creature and jots down notes on its size, coloration, eating habits, and the sorts of noises it makes. He army crawls closer to get a better view of the beast's mouth.
He creeps forward, straining to see inside the creature's mouth. His pencil is poised at the ready to take note of its dental arrangement.
You manage to see that there are several thin, needle-like barbs inside the creature's mouth- presumably not for chewing, but to prevent struggling live prey from squirming out of its grasp.
However, some loose gravel slips a bit under your foot, alerting the winged wonder to your location. It makes a startled cry as it uses its tail to propel itself backwards and into the air, using its gained altitude to take flight and soar away.
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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)
He creeps forward, straining to see inside the creature's mouth. His pencil is poised at the ready to take note of its dental arrangement.
You manage to see that there are several thin, needle-like barbs inside the creature's mouth- presumably not for chewing, but to prevent struggling live prey from squirming out of its grasp.
However, some loose gravel slips a bit under your foot, alerting the winged wonder to your location. It makes a startled cry as it uses its tail to propel itself backwards and into the air, using its gained altitude to take flight and soar away.
He sighs and stands up. He watches it fly away before noticing the rising smoke of the encampment. The fantastic creature had captivated his attention, blinding him to the rest of the world. After packing up his note book, he walks down the hill towards the encampment.
He creeps forward, straining to see inside the creature's mouth. His pencil is poised at the ready to take note of its dental arrangement.
You manage to see that there are several thin, needle-like barbs inside the creature's mouth- presumably not for chewing, but to prevent struggling live prey from squirming out of its grasp.
However, some loose gravel slips a bit under your foot, alerting the winged wonder to your location. It makes a startled cry as it uses its tail to propel itself backwards and into the air, using its gained altitude to take flight and soar away.
He sighs and stands up. He watches it fly away before noticing the rising smoke of the encampment. The fantastic creature had captivated his attention, blinding him to the rest of the world. After packing up his note book, he walks down the hill towards the encampment.
The camp itself seems to be... in early development, so to speak. People are moving about building materials, pulley systems and scaffolds line the outside of the defunct facility at the camp's center, and construction of things like rudimentary fences is happening on the outskirts.
The man sees a hobgoblin in researcher's garb crouching in the cilia a short distance from the outer edge of the camp, taking notes of the organisms with a paper pad and pen. He doesn't seem to notice him.
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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)
He creeps forward, straining to see inside the creature's mouth. His pencil is poised at the ready to take note of its dental arrangement.
You manage to see that there are several thin, needle-like barbs inside the creature's mouth- presumably not for chewing, but to prevent struggling live prey from squirming out of its grasp.
However, some loose gravel slips a bit under your foot, alerting the winged wonder to your location. It makes a startled cry as it uses its tail to propel itself backwards and into the air, using its gained altitude to take flight and soar away.
He sighs and stands up. He watches it fly away before noticing the rising smoke of the encampment. The fantastic creature had captivated his attention, blinding him to the rest of the world. After packing up his note book, he walks down the hill towards the encampment.
The camp itself seems to be... in early development, so to speak. People are moving about building materials, pulley systems and scaffolds line the outside of the defunct facility at the camp's center, and construction of things like rudimentary fences is happening on the outskirts.
The man sees a hobgoblin in researcher's garb crouching in the cilia a short distance from the outer edge of the camp, taking notes of the organisms with a paper pad and pen. He doesn't seem to notice him.
The man in the suit approaches the hobgoblin, "Hello there!" He calls out from a short distance away. "You seem to be about as interested in the local flora and fauna as I am!"
Cinellis is wandering the wastelands, not too far from the edge of camp, watching.
Wading through the cilia grass you see the copper helmeted form of a man in an old fashioned diver's suit. The man waves at you with a heavy, metal gloved hand.
He creeps forward, straining to see inside the creature's mouth. His pencil is poised at the ready to take note of its dental arrangement.
You manage to see that there are several thin, needle-like barbs inside the creature's mouth- presumably not for chewing, but to prevent struggling live prey from squirming out of its grasp.
However, some loose gravel slips a bit under your foot, alerting the winged wonder to your location. It makes a startled cry as it uses its tail to propel itself backwards and into the air, using its gained altitude to take flight and soar away.
He sighs and stands up. He watches it fly away before noticing the rising smoke of the encampment. The fantastic creature had captivated his attention, blinding him to the rest of the world. After packing up his note book, he walks down the hill towards the encampment.
The camp itself seems to be... in early development, so to speak. People are moving about building materials, pulley systems and scaffolds line the outside of the defunct facility at the camp's center, and construction of things like rudimentary fences is happening on the outskirts.
The man sees a hobgoblin in researcher's garb crouching in the cilia a short distance from the outer edge of the camp, taking notes of the organisms with a paper pad and pen. He doesn't seem to notice him.
The man in the suit approaches the hobgoblin, "Hello there!" He calls out from a short distance away. "You seem to be about as interested in the local flora and fauna as I am!"
He looks over, a bit surprised. "Oh, hello! And, yes, I am studying the life here. It's all unlike anything we've seen before!" He then realizes that he hasn't seen you around here before. "Would I be correct to assume that you, like all of us, have no idea where 'here' is?"
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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)
He creeps forward, straining to see inside the creature's mouth. His pencil is poised at the ready to take note of its dental arrangement.
You manage to see that there are several thin, needle-like barbs inside the creature's mouth- presumably not for chewing, but to prevent struggling live prey from squirming out of its grasp.
However, some loose gravel slips a bit under your foot, alerting the winged wonder to your location. It makes a startled cry as it uses its tail to propel itself backwards and into the air, using its gained altitude to take flight and soar away.
He sighs and stands up. He watches it fly away before noticing the rising smoke of the encampment. The fantastic creature had captivated his attention, blinding him to the rest of the world. After packing up his note book, he walks down the hill towards the encampment.
The camp itself seems to be... in early development, so to speak. People are moving about building materials, pulley systems and scaffolds line the outside of the defunct facility at the camp's center, and construction of things like rudimentary fences is happening on the outskirts.
The man sees a hobgoblin in researcher's garb crouching in the cilia a short distance from the outer edge of the camp, taking notes of the organisms with a paper pad and pen. He doesn't seem to notice him.
The man in the suit approaches the hobgoblin, "Hello there!" He calls out from a short distance away. "You seem to be about as interested in the local flora and fauna as I am!"
He looks over, a bit surprised. "Oh, hello! And, yes, I am studying the life here. It's all unlike anything we've seen before!" He then realizes that he hasn't seen you around here before. "Would I be correct to assume that you, like all of us, have no idea where 'here' is?"
"You would be correct. I was hoping that you would have some answers as to our location but I suppose that question must go unanswered for now." He sighs and crosses his brown canvas and copper covered arms.
“All right.” Cin heads in that direction.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A strangely suited man walks through the waving fields of cilia, taking his time and observing the alien creatures. He wears a suit very similar to an old driving suit, with a round copper helmet covered in barred portholes, metal gloves and heavy boots, another porthole with a thick, bolted seal circling around it's edge in his chest, and brown waterproof canvas joining it all together.
A warbling cry can be heard above as a large, slender creature flies overhead, swiftly fluttering its six paddle-like wings as it soars past. Roughly the size of a whale, it seems like this creature shouldn't be able to even get off the ground- and yet it flies anyway, an affront to physics merely by existing.
The campfire's plume of white smoke can be seen in the distance, rising up from behind a hill of grey rock. The winged wonder lands on top of the hill, with an unexpected grace, and begins grazing on the cilia.
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)
Cin watches it, somewhat awed.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
His helmeted head watches the creature pass by in amazement. He chases after it and pulls a leather bound journal out and a pencil. Once he gets close enough, he ducks down to hide himself in the cilia and begins to sketch the magnificent animal with excitement.
*Go ahead and roll either a Stealth or Animal Handling check.*
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)
16 for stealth
The creature doesn't seem to notice his approach, pulling one of the cilia creatures out of the ground with its mouth- revealing the large bacterium's root-like underside- and tilting its head up to swallow it whole. You're close enough to notice that the winged beast's hide appears unusually smooth, with a metallic-seeming sheen to it.
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 sketches an incredibly accurate drawing of the creature and jots down notes on its size, coloration, eating habits, and the sorts of noises it makes. He army crawls closer to get a better view of the beast's mouth.
*That would call for another Stealth or Animal Handling check.*
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)
Stealth: 18
He creeps forward, straining to see inside the creature's mouth. His pencil is poised at the ready to take note of its dental arrangement.
You manage to see that there are several thin, needle-like barbs inside the creature's mouth- presumably not for chewing, but to prevent struggling live prey from squirming out of its grasp.
However, some loose gravel slips a bit under your foot, alerting the winged wonder to your location. It makes a startled cry as it uses its tail to propel itself backwards and into the air, using its gained altitude to take flight and soar away.
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 sighs and stands up. He watches it fly away before noticing the rising smoke of the encampment. The fantastic creature had captivated his attention, blinding him to the rest of the world. After packing up his note book, he walks down the hill towards the encampment.
The camp itself seems to be... in early development, so to speak. People are moving about building materials, pulley systems and scaffolds line the outside of the defunct facility at the camp's center, and construction of things like rudimentary fences is happening on the outskirts.
The man sees a hobgoblin in researcher's garb crouching in the cilia a short distance from the outer edge of the camp, taking notes of the organisms with a paper pad and pen. He doesn't seem to notice him.
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 man in the suit approaches the hobgoblin, "Hello there!" He calls out from a short distance away. "You seem to be about as interested in the local flora and fauna as I am!"
Cinellis is wandering the wastelands, not too far from the edge of camp, watching.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Wading through the cilia grass you see the copper helmeted form of a man in an old fashioned diver's suit. The man waves at you with a heavy, metal gloved hand.
He looks over, a bit surprised. "Oh, hello! And, yes, I am studying the life here. It's all unlike anything we've seen before!" He then realizes that he hasn't seen you around here before. "Would I be correct to assume that you, like all of us, have no idea where 'here' is?"
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)
*Make a Perception check.*
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 would be correct. I was hoping that you would have some answers as to our location but I suppose that question must go unanswered for now." He sighs and crosses his brown canvas and copper covered arms.