"Well, what I do know is that we aren't the first to find this realm." He gestures towards the dilapidated research facility at the camp's heart. "There were some old files we found in there a few weeks ago that called this place Alarius, but we didn't learn much about here besides the name."
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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)
"Well, what I do know is that we aren't the first to find this realm." He gestures towards the dilapidated research facility at the camp's heart. "There were some old files we found in there a few weeks ago that called this place Alarius, but we didn't learn much about here besides the name."
"Really? I wonder where those original people went. Still, having the name of this place saves us the trouble of having to come up with one on our own. Would have been fun though. Alarius, I wonder what it means?" When you strain to look inside the caged portholes of his suit, you see a green liquid sloshing about.
"Well, what I do know is that we aren't the first to find this realm." He gestures towards the dilapidated research facility at the camp's heart. "There were some old files we found in there a few weeks ago that called this place Alarius, but we didn't learn much about here besides the name."
"Really? I wonder where those original people went. Still, having the name of this place saves us the trouble of having to come up with one on our own. Would have been fun though. Alarius, I wonder what it means?" When you strain to look inside the caged portholes of his suit, you see a green liquid sloshing about.
"Odds are, they're still here- alive or otherwise. If I had to guess, I'd say that they were trying to make it home as well: A dilemma that now falls onto us to solve." He does seem to notice the green liquid, but doesn't mention it.
"Oh! I got so carried away, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Lemm." He offers a hand to shake.
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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)
Cinellis is wandering the wastelands, not too far from the edge of camp, watching.
*Make a Perception check.*
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You notice that there is a change in the air... a faint smell of copper, and the quiet sound of wings. You can't see anything in the skies around the camp, but at the same time, you can see a faint shadow on the cilia about 80 feet away- a roughly umbrella-shaped shadow that drifts across the ground in your direction.
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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)
"Well, what I do know is that we aren't the first to find this realm." He gestures towards the dilapidated research facility at the camp's heart. "There were some old files we found in there a few weeks ago that called this place Alarius, but we didn't learn much about here besides the name."
"Really? I wonder where those original people went. Still, having the name of this place saves us the trouble of having to come up with one on our own. Would have been fun though. Alarius, I wonder what it means?" When you strain to look inside the caged portholes of his suit, you see a green liquid sloshing about.
"Odds are, they're still here- alive or otherwise. If I had to guess, I'd say that they were trying to make it home as well: A dilemma that now falls onto us to solve." He does seem to notice the green liquid, but doesn't mention it.
"Oh! I got so carried away, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Lemm." He offers a hand to shake.
“Lemm, I’m Poliard. Stewart Poliard.” He grasps your hand with both his copper plated gloves and shakes it. “It is heartening to know that there are others here in this wondrous wasteland.”
"Well, what I do know is that we aren't the first to find this realm." He gestures towards the dilapidated research facility at the camp's heart. "There were some old files we found in there a few weeks ago that called this place Alarius, but we didn't learn much about here besides the name."
"Really? I wonder where those original people went. Still, having the name of this place saves us the trouble of having to come up with one on our own. Would have been fun though. Alarius, I wonder what it means?" When you strain to look inside the caged portholes of his suit, you see a green liquid sloshing about.
"Odds are, they're still here- alive or otherwise. If I had to guess, I'd say that they were trying to make it home as well: A dilemma that now falls onto us to solve." He does seem to notice the green liquid, but doesn't mention it.
"Oh! I got so carried away, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Lemm." He offers a hand to shake.
“Lemm, I’m Poliard. Stewart Poliard.” He grasps your hand with both his copper plated gloves and shakes it. “It is heartening to know that there are others here in this wondrous wasteland.”
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Poliard. Say, since we're all going to be here for a while, would you be up for joining us at the camp? The more, the merrier, as they say!"
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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)
"Odds are, they're still here- alive or otherwise. If I had to guess, I'd say that they were trying to make it home as well: A dilemma that now falls onto us to solve." He does seem to notice the green liquid, but doesn't mention it.
"Oh! I got so carried away, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Lemm." He offers a hand to shake.
“Lemm, I’m Poliard. Stewart Poliard.” He grasps your hand with both his copper plated gloves and shakes it. “It is heartening to know that there are others here in this wondrous wasteland.”
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Poliard. Say, since we're all going to be here for a while, would you be up for joining us at the camp? The more, the merrier, as they say!"
“I would love to stay at the camp. I suspect I’ll be off documenting the wildlife or searching for answers quite often but having a place to return to would be most welcome. My curious mind keeps me out and about and Alarius seems to be full of opportunities.” He taps where his forehead would be behind his round helmet with a copper tipped finger.
"Odds are, they're still here- alive or otherwise. If I had to guess, I'd say that they were trying to make it home as well: A dilemma that now falls onto us to solve." He does seem to notice the green liquid, but doesn't mention it.
"Oh! I got so carried away, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Lemm." He offers a hand to shake.
“Lemm, I’m Poliard. Stewart Poliard.” He grasps your hand with both his copper plated gloves and shakes it. “It is heartening to know that there are others here in this wondrous wasteland.”
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Poliard. Say, since we're all going to be here for a while, would you be up for joining us at the camp? The more, the merrier, as they say!"
“I would love to stay at the camp. I suspect I’ll be off documenting the wildlife or searching for answers quite often but having a place to return to would be most welcome. My curious mind keeps me out and about and Alarius seems to be full of opportunities.” He taps where his forehead would be behind his round helmet with a copper tipped finger.
"Yes, this place does have much to discover, no doubt." Lemm looks over to the chasm in the distance for a moment. "Oh, but before that, we should get you a proper introduction to the camp. Ms. Quill is the head of our operation here: She'll make things official. I'll lead the way." He begins to head towards the camp's center, waiting for you to follow.
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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)
"Odds are, they're still here- alive or otherwise. If I had to guess, I'd say that they were trying to make it home as well: A dilemma that now falls onto us to solve." He does seem to notice the green liquid, but doesn't mention it.
"Oh! I got so carried away, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Lemm." He offers a hand to shake.
“Lemm, I’m Poliard. Stewart Poliard.” He grasps your hand with both his copper plated gloves and shakes it. “It is heartening to know that there are others here in this wondrous wasteland.”
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Poliard. Say, since we're all going to be here for a while, would you be up for joining us at the camp? The more, the merrier, as they say!"
“I would love to stay at the camp. I suspect I’ll be off documenting the wildlife or searching for answers quite often but having a place to return to would be most welcome. My curious mind keeps me out and about and Alarius seems to be full of opportunities.” He taps where his forehead would be behind his round helmet with a copper tipped finger.
"Yes, this place does have much to discover, no doubt." Lemm looks over to the chasm in the distance for a moment. "Oh, but before that, we should get you a proper introduction to the camp. Ms. Quill is the head of our operation here: She'll make things official. I'll lead the way." He begins to head towards the camp's center, waiting for you to follow.
Poliard follows behind you. “Officiality can help morale in times of uncertainty. Tell me, how many other folks are in the camp? And how are most of them taking their situation?” He walks with his head forward, watching you with his hands folded behind his back.
Lemm leads Poliard into the inside of the defunct facility, which seems to have been renovated extensively. Rough maps and sketches hang on walls next to broken screens, and there's a mix of both old lab equipment and rough metal furnishings across the room. A large circular table sits in the center of the room, currently with a rough map of the adjacent area sprawled out across it, and a staircase leading up lies against the back wall.
"There's fourteen of us total, plus another newcomer, but I don't know if they plan on sticking around. As for our situation, it's... I'd be lying if I said we weren't getting homesick. Finding a way back has been the main goal since we ended up here. Most of our research is either contributing towards that goal, or for helping us survive while we figure things out."
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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)
Lemm leads Poliard into the inside of the defunct facility, which seems to have been renovated extensively. Rough maps and sketches hang on walls next to broken screens, and there's a mix of both old lab equipment and rough metal furnishings across the room. A large circular table sits in the center of the room, currently with a rough map of the adjacent area sprawled out across it, and a staircase leading up lies against the back wall.
"There's fourteen of us total, plus another newcomer, but I don't know if they plan on sticking around. As for our situation, it's... I'd be lying if I said we weren't getting homesick. Finding a way back has been the main goal since we ended up here. Most of our research is either contributing towards that goal, or for helping us survive while we figure things out."
He examines the maps and sketches closely, hands held together behind his back. “Understandable. I would love to look through this research eventually and I hope I’ll be able to add to it. I specialize in the biological aspects of science and art.”
Lemm leads Poliard into the inside of the defunct facility, which seems to have been renovated extensively. Rough maps and sketches hang on walls next to broken screens, and there's a mix of both old lab equipment and rough metal furnishings across the room. A large circular table sits in the center of the room, currently with a rough map of the adjacent area sprawled out across it, and a staircase leading up lies against the back wall.
"There's fourteen of us total, plus another newcomer, but I don't know if they plan on sticking around. As for our situation, it's... I'd be lying if I said we weren't getting homesick. Finding a way back has been the main goal since we ended up here. Most of our research is either contributing towards that goal, or for helping us survive while we figure things out."
He examines the maps and sketches closely, hands held together behind his back. “Understandable. I would love to look through this research eventually and I hope I’ll be able to add to it. I specialize in the biological aspects of science and art.”
The sketches seem to be of several different creatures and structures around the camp, with little notes about each of them such as 'Highly aggressive, do not approach' or 'potential secondary outpost location'. The maps depict different areas near the camp, as well a small handful of locations further away, including a small map detailing what appears to be the inside of a cave system. There are also a small handful of monochrome photographs as well, which show a strange umbrella-like creature and the entrance to an ancient-looking structure.
"I'd love to share my research with you sometime. I think you'd enjoy learning what we've discovered." Lemm begins to head up the staircase, looking to see if Poliard follows.
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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)
Lemm leads Poliard into the inside of the defunct facility, which seems to have been renovated extensively. Rough maps and sketches hang on walls next to broken screens, and there's a mix of both old lab equipment and rough metal furnishings across the room. A large circular table sits in the center of the room, currently with a rough map of the adjacent area sprawled out across it, and a staircase leading up lies against the back wall.
"There's fourteen of us total, plus another newcomer, but I don't know if they plan on sticking around. As for our situation, it's... I'd be lying if I said we weren't getting homesick. Finding a way back has been the main goal since we ended up here. Most of our research is either contributing towards that goal, or for helping us survive while we figure things out."
He examines the maps and sketches closely, hands held together behind his back. “Understandable. I would love to look through this research eventually and I hope I’ll be able to add to it. I specialize in the biological aspects of science and art.”
The sketches seem to be of several different creatures and structures around the camp, with little notes about each of them such as 'Highly aggressive, do not approach' or 'potential secondary outpost location'. The maps depict different areas near the camp, as well a small handful of locations further away, including a small map detailing what appears to be the inside of a cave system. There are also a small handful of monochrome photographs as well, which show a strange umbrella-like creature and the entrance to an ancient-looking structure.
"I'd love to share my research with you sometime. I think you'd enjoy learning what we've discovered." Lemm begins to head up the staircase, looking to see if Poliard follows.
“I certainly would. We may be completely lost, but it would be a wasted opportunity to ignore the bountiful new discoveries of this land.” Poliard is distracted by a moment by the pictures, but he then notices he has fallen behind and he hurries on to catch up.
The upstairs portion of the facility is filled with old laboratory equipment: Most of it, however, seems to be in varying stages of decay or malfunction. There is a large glass tank in the back of the room, reinforced with metal at some parts and outfitted with a hatch for opening it, that contains seemingly nothing. Two people, probably other researchers, are examining the body of a large shrimp-like creature that sits on a table towards the room's center.
"Ms. Quill?" Lemm begins, and one of the researchers looks up. "This is Mr. Poliard. He wishes to join our camp."
Ms. Quill gets up, removing an unusual three-lensed contraption from her eyes and setting it on the table, and moves over to you. She appears to be a human with short grey hair, and she wears a grey knit sweater and jeans under an old, weathered-looking lab coat that was probably from the old facility.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Poliard! I'm Ms. Quill, head researcher and the person leading the effort to get us all back!" She offers a hand to shake.
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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 upstairs portion of the facility is filled with old laboratory equipment: Most of it, however, seems to be in varying stages of decay or malfunction. There is a large glass tank in the back of the room, reinforced with metal at some parts and outfitted with a hatch for opening it, that contains seemingly nothing. Two people, probably other researchers, are examining the body of a large shrimp-like creature that sits on a table towards the room's center.
"Ms. Quill?" Lemm begins, and one of the researchers looks up. "This is Mr. Poliard. He wishes to join our camp."
Ms. Quill gets up, removing an unusual three-lensed contraption from her eyes and setting it on the table, and moves over to you. She appears to be a human with short grey hair, and she wears a grey knit sweater and jeans under an old, weathered-looking lab coat that was probably from the old facility.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Poliard! I'm Ms. Quill, head researcher and the person leading the effort to get us all back!" She offers a hand to shake.
He shakes it with a little bow of his helmeted head, "The pleasure is mine. You have quite the research facility here, Ms. Quill." he says as he looks around the room, "How long have you been here?"
The upstairs portion of the facility is filled with old laboratory equipment: Most of it, however, seems to be in varying stages of decay or malfunction. There is a large glass tank in the back of the room, reinforced with metal at some parts and outfitted with a hatch for opening it, that contains seemingly nothing. Two people, probably other researchers, are examining the body of a large shrimp-like creature that sits on a table towards the room's center.
"Ms. Quill?" Lemm begins, and one of the researchers looks up. "This is Mr. Poliard. He wishes to join our camp."
Ms. Quill gets up, removing an unusual three-lensed contraption from her eyes and setting it on the table, and moves over to you. She appears to be a human with short grey hair, and she wears a grey knit sweater and jeans under an old, weathered-looking lab coat that was probably from the old facility.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Poliard! I'm Ms. Quill, head researcher and the person leading the effort to get us all back!" She offers a hand to shake.
He shakes it with a little bow of his helmeted head, "The pleasure is mine. You have quite the research facility here, Ms. Quill." he says as he looks around the room, "How long have you been here?"
"Well, thankfully, we didn't have to build it all from the ground up! Most of the equipment and such was here when we found it... along with some broken glass... and an angry Death Cloak." She shudders at the thought."As for how long we've been here, it's been... what, two weeks? Three, tops. Time can be kinda weird here, and the only watch we had stopped working."
Ms. Quill notices the journal in Poliard's possession. "Would I be correct to assume you've been doing your own research?"
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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 shakes it with a little bow of his helmeted head, "The pleasure is mine. You have quite the research facility here, Ms. Quill." he says as he looks around the room, "How long have you been here?"
"Well, thankfully, we didn't have to build it all from the ground up! Most of the equipment and such was here when we found it... along with some broken glass... and an angry Death Cloak." She shudders at the thought."As for how long we've been here, it's been... what, two weeks? Three, tops. Time can be kinda weird here, and the only watch we had stopped working."
Ms. Quill notices the journal in Poliard's possession. "Would I be correct to assume you've been doing your own research?"
"I see, so temporal anomalies have also been thrown into this mix..." He mutters, "You would indeed!" He steps forward and flips open his leather bound journal to show you his notes and sketches within. Most pages are filled with field sketches, artfully transcripted onto the page by pencil, of fantastic beasts and monstrosities. Scrawled all along the margins are notes and observations. "I am a traveling zoologist. I haven't had much time to observe Alarius's wildlife yet, but I hope to research it in depth soon." He flips to his latest page where he drew the giant flying creature, "As I was approaching your encampment here, I came across this magnificent beast. Do you know much about it yet?"
He shakes it with a little bow of his helmeted head, "The pleasure is mine. You have quite the research facility here, Ms. Quill." he says as he looks around the room, "How long have you been here?"
"Well, thankfully, we didn't have to build it all from the ground up! Most of the equipment and such was here when we found it... along with some broken glass... and an angry Death Cloak." She shudders at the thought."As for how long we've been here, it's been... what, two weeks? Three, tops. Time can be kinda weird here, and the only watch we had stopped working."
Ms. Quill notices the journal in Poliard's possession. "Would I be correct to assume you've been doing your own research?"
"I see, so temporal anomalies have also been thrown into this mix..." He mutters, "You would indeed!" He steps forward and flips open his leather bound journal to show you his notes and sketches within. Most pages are filled with field sketches, artfully transcripted onto the page by pencil, of fantastic beasts and monstrosities. Scrawled all along the margins are notes and observations. "I am a traveling zoologist. I haven't had much time to observe Alarius's wildlife yet, but I hope to research it in depth soon." He flips to his latest page where he drew the giant flying creature, "As I was approaching your encampment here, I came across this magnificent beast. Do you know much about it yet?"
Both Lemm's and Ms. Quill's eyes widen in awe. "These- these are phenomenal! Wait, you... you came across a M- a Paddlewing? And got close enough to make notes on its dental structure? Amazing!"
"Well, thankfully, we didn't have to build it all from the ground up! Most of the equipment and such was here when we found it... along with some broken glass... and an angry Death Cloak." She shudders at the thought."As for how long we've been here, it's been... what, two weeks? Three, tops. Time can be kinda weird here, and the only watch we had stopped working."
Ms. Quill notices the journal in Poliard's possession. "Would I be correct to assume you've been doing your own research?"
"I see, so temporal anomalies have also been thrown into this mix..." He mutters, "You would indeed!" He steps forward and flips open his leather bound journal to show you his notes and sketches within. Most pages are filled with field sketches, artfully transcripted onto the page by pencil, of fantastic beasts and monstrosities. Scrawled all along the margins are notes and observations. "I am a traveling zoologist. I haven't had much time to observe Alarius's wildlife yet, but I hope to research it in depth soon." He flips to his latest page where he drew the giant flying creature, "As I was approaching your encampment here, I came across this magnificent beast. Do you know much about it yet?"
Both Lemm's and Ms. Quill's eyes widen in awe. "These- these are phenomenal! Wait, you... you came across a M- a Paddlewing? And got close enough to make notes on its dental structure? Amazing!"
His canvased covered chest inflates with pride, "Is that what it was? A Paddlewing?"
"Well, what I do know is that we aren't the first to find this realm." He gestures towards the dilapidated research facility at the camp's heart. "There were some old files we found in there a few weeks ago that called this place Alarius, but we didn't learn much about here besides the name."
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)
"Really? I wonder where those original people went. Still, having the name of this place saves us the trouble of having to come up with one on our own. Would have been fun though. Alarius, I wonder what it means?" When you strain to look inside the caged portholes of his suit, you see a green liquid sloshing about.
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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.
"Odds are, they're still here- alive or otherwise. If I had to guess, I'd say that they were trying to make it home as well: A dilemma that now falls onto us to solve." He does seem to notice the green liquid, but doesn't mention it.
"Oh! I got so carried away, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Lemm." He offers a hand to shake.
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 notice that there is a change in the air... a faint smell of copper, and the quiet sound of wings. You can't see anything in the skies around the camp, but at the same time, you can see a faint shadow on the cilia about 80 feet away- a roughly umbrella-shaped shadow that drifts across the ground in your direction.
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)
“Lemm, I’m Poliard. Stewart Poliard.” He grasps your hand with both his copper plated gloves and shakes it. “It is heartening to know that there are others here in this wondrous wasteland.”
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Poliard. Say, since we're all going to be here for a while, would you be up for joining us at the camp? The more, the merrier, as they say!"
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 love to stay at the camp. I suspect I’ll be off documenting the wildlife or searching for answers quite often but having a place to return to would be most welcome. My curious mind keeps me out and about and Alarius seems to be full of opportunities.” He taps where his forehead would be behind his round helmet with a copper tipped finger.
"Yes, this place does have much to discover, no doubt." Lemm looks over to the chasm in the distance for a moment. "Oh, but before that, we should get you a proper introduction to the camp. Ms. Quill is the head of our operation here: She'll make things official. I'll lead the way." He begins to head towards the camp's center, waiting for you to follow.
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)
Poliard follows behind you. “Officiality can help morale in times of uncertainty. Tell me, how many other folks are in the camp? And how are most of them taking their situation?” He walks with his head forward, watching you with his hands folded behind his back.
Lemm leads Poliard into the inside of the defunct facility, which seems to have been renovated extensively. Rough maps and sketches hang on walls next to broken screens, and there's a mix of both old lab equipment and rough metal furnishings across the room. A large circular table sits in the center of the room, currently with a rough map of the adjacent area sprawled out across it, and a staircase leading up lies against the back wall.
"There's fourteen of us total, plus another newcomer, but I don't know if they plan on sticking around. As for our situation, it's... I'd be lying if I said we weren't getting homesick. Finding a way back has been the main goal since we ended up here. Most of our research is either contributing towards that goal, or for helping us survive while we figure things out."
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 examines the maps and sketches closely, hands held together behind his back. “Understandable. I would love to look through this research eventually and I hope I’ll be able to add to it. I specialize in the biological aspects of science and art.”
The sketches seem to be of several different creatures and structures around the camp, with little notes about each of them such as 'Highly aggressive, do not approach' or 'potential secondary outpost location'. The maps depict different areas near the camp, as well a small handful of locations further away, including a small map detailing what appears to be the inside of a cave system. There are also a small handful of monochrome photographs as well, which show a strange umbrella-like creature and the entrance to an ancient-looking structure.
"I'd love to share my research with you sometime. I think you'd enjoy learning what we've discovered." Lemm begins to head up the staircase, looking to see if Poliard follows.
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 certainly would. We may be completely lost, but it would be a wasted opportunity to ignore the bountiful new discoveries of this land.” Poliard is distracted by a moment by the pictures, but he then notices he has fallen behind and he hurries on to catch up.
The upstairs portion of the facility is filled with old laboratory equipment: Most of it, however, seems to be in varying stages of decay or malfunction. There is a large glass tank in the back of the room, reinforced with metal at some parts and outfitted with a hatch for opening it, that contains seemingly nothing. Two people, probably other researchers, are examining the body of a large shrimp-like creature that sits on a table towards the room's center.
"Ms. Quill?" Lemm begins, and one of the researchers looks up. "This is Mr. Poliard. He wishes to join our camp."
Ms. Quill gets up, removing an unusual three-lensed contraption from her eyes and setting it on the table, and moves over to you. She appears to be a human with short grey hair, and she wears a grey knit sweater and jeans under an old, weathered-looking lab coat that was probably from the old facility.
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Poliard! I'm Ms. Quill, head researcher and the person leading the effort to get us all back!" She offers a hand to shake.
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 shakes it with a little bow of his helmeted head, "The pleasure is mine. You have quite the research facility here, Ms. Quill." he says as he looks around the room, "How long have you been here?"
"Well, thankfully, we didn't have to build it all from the ground up! Most of the equipment and such was here when we found it... along with some broken glass... and an angry Death Cloak." She shudders at the thought. "As for how long we've been here, it's been... what, two weeks? Three, tops. Time can be kinda weird here, and the only watch we had stopped working."
Ms. Quill notices the journal in Poliard's possession. "Would I be correct to assume you've been doing your own research?"
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 see, so temporal anomalies have also been thrown into this mix..." He mutters, "You would indeed!" He steps forward and flips open his leather bound journal to show you his notes and sketches within. Most pages are filled with field sketches, artfully transcripted onto the page by pencil, of fantastic beasts and monstrosities. Scrawled all along the margins are notes and observations. "I am a traveling zoologist. I haven't had much time to observe Alarius's wildlife yet, but I hope to research it in depth soon." He flips to his latest page where he drew the giant flying creature, "As I was approaching your encampment here, I came across this magnificent beast. Do you know much about it yet?"
Both Lemm's and Ms. Quill's eyes widen in awe. "These- these are phenomenal! Wait, you... you came across a M- a Paddlewing? And got close enough to make notes on its dental structure? Amazing!"
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 canvased covered chest inflates with pride, "Is that what it was? A Paddlewing?"