Adeline is dead silent for a long while, staring daggers at the Queen the whole time, though internally she is panicking beyond description. She has no idea what to do- she's under the Queen's thumb, with nowhere to run to, and (allegedly) she has the key to Adeline's mind. She can't think of anything, not so quickly. She needs more time. She needs... more... time.
"...Alright. You win." Tears stream down Adeline's face, her breath already wavering."The one thing I ask of you to give me, is time. I have a rather large family, as you know, and... I want to say my goodbyes and get my things prepared. Ten days should be enough, I think... then, you can return and... and... I'll.. I- I'll be ready. Do... do we have a deal?"
The Queen smiles warmly. "And what if I say no?"
Adeline falls silent, utterly shocked. "...please... I- I want to say goodbye... I..." She thinks of something, and tries to speak again through the tears. "...I just need time... then, I'll... I'll r- remain loyal to... to you..."
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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)
Adeline falls silent, utterly shocked. "...please... I- I want to say goodbye... I..." She thinks of something, and tries to speak again through the tears. "...I just need time... then, I'll... I'll r- remain loyal to... to you..."
"Your 'loyalty' means nothing. You'll betray me, like I betrayed my mother, and my baby brother, and my father, and my son. You have my blood, after all." She takes another step forward, still smiling.
"So unless you can sweeten the deal..." She holds out a hand to take Adeline's. "We have a country to end, don't we?"
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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.
Adeline falls silent, utterly shocked. "...please... I- I want to say goodbye... I..." She thinks of something, and tries to speak again through the tears. "...I just need time... then, I'll... I'll r- remain loyal to... to you..."
"Your 'loyalty' means nothing. You'll betray me, like I betrayed my mother, and my baby brother, and my father, and my son. You have my blood, after all." She takes another step forward, still smiling.
"So unless you can sweeten the deal..." She holds out a hand to take Adeline's. "We have a country to end, don't we?"
Adeline pulls her hands to her heart, shivering as she curls up slightly. "...What... what would sweeten the deal enough?..." She manages to say, her voice faint and hoarse.
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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)
"Your 'loyalty' means nothing. You'll betray me, like I betrayed my mother, and my baby brother, and my father, and my son. You have my blood, after all." She takes another step forward, still smiling.
"So unless you can sweeten the deal..." She holds out a hand to take Adeline's. "We have a country to end, don't we?"
Adeline pulls her hands to her heart, shivering as she curls up slightly. "...What... what would sweeten the deal enough?..." She manages to say, her voice faint and hoarse.
She tilts her head. Her smile grows wilder. "Your brother. He has eluded me for centuries... and I want what is mine. If you can find him within your ten days, I'll let you remain for the rest. If you don't... I'll wear your pretty little fangs as a necklace, and use your claws as buttons. Your flesh will be deliciously toxic by then, I believe. You won't disappoint me either way." She affects a pathetic voice, a crude mimicry of Adeline's frightened voice. "Do... do we have a deal?"
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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.
"Your 'loyalty' means nothing. You'll betray me, like I betrayed my mother, and my baby brother, and my father, and my son. You have my blood, after all." She takes another step forward, still smiling.
"So unless you can sweeten the deal..." She holds out a hand to take Adeline's. "We have a country to end, don't we?"
Adeline pulls her hands to her heart, shivering as she curls up slightly. "...What... what would sweeten the deal enough?..." She manages to say, her voice faint and hoarse.
She tilts her head. Her smile grows wilder. "Your brother. He has eluded me for centuries... and I want what is mine. If you can find him within your ten days, I'll let you remain for the rest. If you don't... I'll wear your pretty little fangs as a necklace, and use your claws as buttons. Your flesh will be deliciously toxic by then, I believe. You won't disappoint me either way." She affects a pathetic voice, a crude mimicry of Adeline's frightened voice. "Do... do we have a deal?"
The only thing she hears Adeline say, the poor frightened nymph curled up in a ball and shivering in the snow, is one tearful word. One word she desperately doesn't want to say, but knows might buy them all time to do something. Something that might thwart the Queen's attempt to tear their family apart.
"...deal..."
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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 tilts her head. Her smile grows wilder. "Your brother. He has eluded me for centuries... and I want what is mine. If you can find him within your ten days, I'll let you remain for the rest. If you don't... I'll wear your pretty little fangs as a necklace, and use your claws as buttons. Your flesh will be deliciously toxic by then, I believe. You won't disappoint me either way." She affects a pathetic voice, a crude mimicry of Adeline's frightened voice. "Do... do we have a deal?"
The only thing she hears Adeline say, the poor frightened nymph curled up in a ball and shivering in the snow, is one tearful word. One word she desperately doesn't want to say, but knows might buy them all time to do something. Something that might thwart the Queen's attempt to tear their family apart.
"...deal..."
No response. Not even a laugh.
If Adeline were to look up, she would see that the Queen, that disgusting, festering hag, is gone. It's as if she were never there.
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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.
The moment the Sugarplum Queen vanishes from the sanctuary, Adeline stands up- stumbling a bit- and rushes to the cocoon, panicked desperation guiding her movements. She has ten days. Ten days to sever any sort of connection she can to the Queen so she never has to leave her family's side. Ten days to find some sort of solution that will make the plan for war impossible to complete. And the only way she can think of right now... has been ready for her for a while now.
The nymph carefully yet hurriedly uses her seam ripper to cut open an incision in her cocoon- a slit large enough to allow her to begin working on the interior of the woven vessel. She doesn't know the true purpose or power of anything she adds to it- not the bands of sigils in a tongue she's never written before, not the bifurcated cord of silk affixed to the back of the cocoon with a thin bone needle on each end, not the tiny woven runes that cause the silk to briefly hum with a silvery shimmer. But somehow, despite it all, she knows that it's very important and vital to her oncoming metamorphosis. Hopefully, Adeline thinks, this will purge any lingering link she has to the vicious Queen, replace that with a furthered connection to Mother Moth, save her from losing the remaining people she cares about.
...but would it be enough?
Around eight hours later, her work on the cocoon's transformative agents has been completed. It's fully, truly ready for her. She can almost feel it beckoning, gently tugging an invisible thread wrapped around her heart, its silken walls like an open embrace... but she can't. Not until she explains to her mother. Not until she finds her and Amaris, and says her temporary farewells.
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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)
Inside the Starshredder, there is a thud, followed by Typhon screaming and Gardziel roaring. "Helianth! He-!" Typhon's cries are cut off by a strangled noise. A loud crash, the rending of flesh.
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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.
Inside the Starshredder, there is a thud, followed by Typhon screaming and Gardziel roaring. "Helianth! He-!" Typhon's cries are cut off by a strangled noise. A loud crash, the rending of flesh.
*october*
a decaying humanoid corpse wearing a large violet wizard’s hat and robes stumbles towards the Starshredder
Make a perception check if you so desire
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, MisaStay Paranoid!!!
Inside the Starshredder, there is a thud, followed by Typhon screaming and Gardziel roaring. "Helianth! He-!" Typhon's cries are cut off by a strangled noise. A loud crash, the rending of flesh.
*october*
a decaying humanoid corpse wearing a large violet wizard’s hat and robes stumbles towards the Starshredder
Make a perception check if you so desire
*I think it would be best to set this at a different location, as the Starshredder is a spelljammer owned by an Elder Evil.*
*How about we do a different start? I'll gladly set it up, and I'm very happy that you're here!*
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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.
Inside the Starshredder, there is a thud, followed by Typhon screaming and Gardziel roaring. "Helianth! He-!" Typhon's cries are cut off by a strangled noise. A loud crash, the rending of flesh.
*october*
a decaying humanoid corpse wearing a large violet wizard’s hat and robes stumbles towards the Starshredder
Make a perception check if you so desire
*I think it would be best to set this at a different location, as the Starshredder is a spelljammer owned by an Elder Evil.*
*How about we do a different start? I'll gladly set it up, and I'm very happy that you're here!*
*that might be a slightly better idea, thanks*
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, MisaStay Paranoid!!!
Inside the Starshredder, there is a thud, followed by Typhon screaming and Gardziel roaring. "Helianth! He-!" Typhon's cries are cut off by a strangled noise. A loud crash, the rending of flesh.
The crooked god eater rushes from its workshop to help keep its frie- I mean, its allies safe from whatever's causing such a ruckus, brandishing its Solar Obliterator in one clawed hand. If something or someone is immediately attacking them, it doesn't hesitate to send a barrage of Scorching Rays at the threat.
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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 think it would be best to set this at a different location, as the Starshredder is a spelljammer owned by an Elder Evil.*
*How about we do a different start? I'll gladly set it up, and I'm very happy that you're here!*
*that might be a slightly better idea, thanks*
*Alright then!*
Deep in the woods, a pitch-black, humanoid walks. They're dressed in tattered, filthy French nobleman's clothing, with fungus growing all over it styled to embellish it, making it more of a costume than actual clothing. The figure walks with a cane which spirals with shelf mushrooms like a massive screw. He hums a tune in his deep, deep voice, spinning said cane in his hand as he does. The snow melts around him, allowing small, edible plants and fungi to grow.
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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 think it would be best to set this at a different location, as the Starshredder is a spelljammer owned by an Elder Evil.*
*How about we do a different start? I'll gladly set it up, and I'm very happy that you're here!*
*that might be a slightly better idea, thanks*
*Alright then!*
Deep in the woods, a pitch-black, humanoid walks. They're dressed in tattered, filthy French nobleman's clothing, with fungus growing all over it styled to embellish it, making it more of a costume than actual clothing. The figure walks with a cane which spirals with shelf mushrooms like a massive screw. He hums a tune in his deep, deep voice, spinning said cane in his hand as he does. The snow melts around him, allowing small, edible plants and fungi to grow.
As he walks, he gets the feeling that he’s being followed. The occasional crunch of weight on snow, a soft exhale, a broken twig, and that ever present feeling that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. If he chooses to turn and catch a glimpse, he sees a decaying humanoid corpse stumbling along the path behind him, wearing violet and crimson robes that look like they’ve been through a hurricane and a similar, although better maintained hat
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, MisaStay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
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Adeline falls silent, utterly shocked. "...please... I- I want to say goodbye... I..." She thinks of something, and tries to speak again through the tears. "...I just need time... then, I'll... I'll r- remain loyal to... to you..."
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)
"Your 'loyalty' means nothing. You'll betray me, like I betrayed my mother, and my baby brother, and my father, and my son. You have my blood, after all." She takes another step forward, still smiling.
"So unless you can sweeten the deal..." She holds out a hand to take Adeline's. "We have a country to end, don't we?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Adeline pulls her hands to her heart, shivering as she curls up slightly. "...What... what would sweeten the deal enough?..." She manages to say, her voice faint and hoarse.
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 tilts her head. Her smile grows wilder. "Your brother. He has eluded me for centuries... and I want what is mine. If you can find him within your ten days, I'll let you remain for the rest. If you don't... I'll wear your pretty little fangs as a necklace, and use your claws as buttons. Your flesh will be deliciously toxic by then, I believe. You won't disappoint me either way."
She affects a pathetic voice, a crude mimicry of Adeline's frightened voice. "Do... do we have a deal?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The only thing she hears Adeline say, the poor frightened nymph curled up in a ball and shivering in the snow, is one tearful word. One word she desperately doesn't want to say, but knows might buy them all time to do something. Something that might thwart the Queen's attempt to tear their family apart.
"...deal..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
No response. Not even a laugh.
If Adeline were to look up, she would see that the Queen, that disgusting, festering hag, is gone. It's as if she were never there.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sirius is reading his books, the tall owlin curled up on the ground beneath a large oak tree.
Illya is studying the movement of spiders in a nest, jotting down her findings in her journal.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Carnival wanders over, seemingly sleepwalking. "Hey..." She murmurs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sirius raises a feathered brow "Hello?"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She sits down, eyes still closed. "Whatcha readin'?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Book on stars.. are you okay?" He asks, confused.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Bit... anxious... but good." They fall to their side, laying in the snow.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The moment the Sugarplum Queen vanishes from the sanctuary, Adeline stands up- stumbling a bit- and rushes to the cocoon, panicked desperation guiding her movements. She has ten days. Ten days to sever any sort of connection she can to the Queen so she never has to leave her family's side. Ten days to find some sort of solution that will make the plan for war impossible to complete. And the only way she can think of right now... has been ready for her for a while now.
The nymph carefully yet hurriedly uses her seam ripper to cut open an incision in her cocoon- a slit large enough to allow her to begin working on the interior of the woven vessel. She doesn't know the true purpose or power of anything she adds to it- not the bands of sigils in a tongue she's never written before, not the bifurcated cord of silk affixed to the back of the cocoon with a thin bone needle on each end, not the tiny woven runes that cause the silk to briefly hum with a silvery shimmer. But somehow, despite it all, she knows that it's very important and vital to her oncoming metamorphosis. Hopefully, Adeline thinks, this will purge any lingering link she has to the vicious Queen, replace that with a furthered connection to Mother Moth, save her from losing the remaining people she cares about.
...but would it be enough?
Around eight hours later, her work on the cocoon's transformative agents has been completed. It's fully, truly ready for her. She can almost feel it beckoning, gently tugging an invisible thread wrapped around her heart, its silken walls like an open embrace... but she can't. Not until she explains to her mother. Not until she finds her and Amaris, and says her temporary farewells.
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)
Inside the Starshredder, there is a thud, followed by Typhon screaming and Gardziel roaring. "Helianth! He-!" Typhon's cries are cut off by a strangled noise. A loud crash, the rending of flesh.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*october*
a decaying humanoid corpse wearing a large violet wizard’s hat and robes stumbles towards the Starshredder
Make a perception check if you so desire
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*I think it would be best to set this at a different location, as the Starshredder is a spelljammer owned by an Elder Evil.*
*How about we do a different start? I'll gladly set it up, and I'm very happy that you're here!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*that might be a slightly better idea, thanks*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
The crooked god eater rushes from its workshop to help keep its frie- I mean, its allies safe from whatever's causing such a ruckus, brandishing its Solar Obliterator in one clawed hand. If something or someone is immediately attacking them, it doesn't hesitate to send a barrage of Scorching Rays at the threat.
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)
*Alright then!*
Deep in the woods, a pitch-black, humanoid walks. They're dressed in tattered, filthy French nobleman's clothing, with fungus growing all over it styled to embellish it, making it more of a costume than actual clothing. The figure walks with a cane which spirals with shelf mushrooms like a massive screw. He hums a tune in his deep, deep voice, spinning said cane in his hand as he does. The snow melts around him, allowing small, edible plants and fungi to grow.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As he walks, he gets the feeling that he’s being followed. The occasional crunch of weight on snow, a soft exhale, a broken twig, and that ever present feeling that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. If he chooses to turn and catch a glimpse, he sees a decaying humanoid corpse stumbling along the path behind him, wearing violet and crimson robes that look like they’ve been through a hurricane and a similar, although better maintained hat
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor