*Should I introduce my fish man after he beats Piecemeal offscreen or let the fight play out?*
*I'm thinking the latter is the better idea.*
*What if we only see the tail end of the fight? The last few blows exchanged when both are at their most desperate?*
*I think seeing those two fight for a bit would be really cool, but I know from experience it can get boring to run a combat between two characters entirely by oneself.*
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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)
*Should I introduce my fish man after he beats Piecemeal offscreen or let the fight play out?*
*I'm thinking the latter is the better idea.*
*What if we only see the tail end of the fight? The last few blows exchanged when both are at their most desperate?*
*I think seeing those two fight for a bit would be really cool, but I know from experience it can get boring to run a combat between two characters entirely by oneself.*
*Well, I was thinking that in the latter option, other players would join in.*
*But yeah, just seeing the tail end is a good idea too. Probably a better one. You get a view of what this guy fights like without me having to worry about him dying before I can play him.*
A dazed Piecemeal, surprisingly clean and looking a bit plumper than normal, hangs from a net in a tree. His weapons and armor sit at the foot of the tree, guarded by a creature that looks like a mix between an icy hellhound, a blink dog, and a moray eel. The beast sleeps.
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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.
A dazed Piecemeal, surprisingly clean and looking a bit plumper than normal, hangs from a net in a tree. His weapons and armor sit at the foot of the tree, guarded by a creature that looks like a mix between an icy hellhound, a blink dog, and a moray eel. The beast sleeps.
Eris is on one of her scouting missions to help chart the course of the Mirth Manor, when she sees Piecemeal and the sleeping beast beneath him. He hears the sound of her metallic spider-like legs tapping on stones and frozen ground before he sees her, and she seems non-hostile.
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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 dazed Piecemeal, surprisingly clean and looking a bit plumper than normal, hangs from a net in a tree. His weapons and armor sit at the foot of the tree, guarded by a creature that looks like a mix between an icy hellhound, a blink dog, and a moray eel. The beast sleeps.
Eris is on one of her scouting missions to help chart the course of the Mirth Manor, when she sees Piecemeal and the sleeping beast beneath him. He hears the sound of her metallic spider-like legs tapping on stones and frozen ground before he sees her, and she seems non-hostile.
He looks up- er, down at her. "Hey, can you let me down please? I uh... lost a duel."
The dog-thing raises its head and looks at her, not hostile either.
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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.
A dazed Piecemeal, surprisingly clean and looking a bit plumper than normal, hangs from a net in a tree. His weapons and armor sit at the foot of the tree, guarded by a creature that looks like a mix between an icy hellhound, a blink dog, and a moray eel. The beast sleeps.
Eris is on one of her scouting missions to help chart the course of the Mirth Manor, when she sees Piecemeal and the sleeping beast beneath him. He hears the sound of her metallic spider-like legs tapping on stones and frozen ground before he sees her, and she seems non-hostile.
He looks up- er, down at her. "Hey, can you let me down please? I uh... lost a duel."
The dog-thing raises its head and looks at her, not hostile either.
She looks up at him, Piecemeal now able to see her face that was previously obscured by her hood. "Of course." From her outstretched mechanical hand emerges an articulated tendril that snakes its way up to the ropes keeping the net up in the tree, and a pair of shears at its end cut them, letting the net fall.
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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 looks up- er, down at her. "Hey, can you let me down please? I uh... lost a duel."
The dog-thing raises its head and looks at her, not hostile either.
She looks up at him, Piecemeal now able to see her face that was previously obscured by her hood. "Of course." From her outstretched mechanical hand emerges an articulated tendril that snakes its way up to the ropes keeping the net up in the tree, and a pair of shears at its end cut them, letting the net fall.
*I don't really remember what she looks like, but I'm imagining she has a synthetic approximation of a human face that doesn't quite parse.*
The hound jumps out of the way as the Strugel falls to the ground. He gags as he lands, nearly vomiting what was likely a huge meal that he ate earlier. He sits up and quickly grabs his combat equipment, with the cold iron saw and studded leather armor. The dog sniffs at him, long tail wagging a bit, before he revs his saw to ward it off.
The beast huffs and runs away.
"Thank you." He sighs. "Who are you?" He still seems a little out of 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.
He looks up- er, down at her. "Hey, can you let me down please? I uh... lost a duel."
The dog-thing raises its head and looks at her, not hostile either.
She looks up at him, Piecemeal now able to see her face that was previously obscured by her hood. "Of course." From her outstretched mechanical hand emerges an articulated tendril that snakes its way up to the ropes keeping the net up in the tree, and a pair of shears at its end cut them, letting the net fall.
*I don't really remember what she looks like, but I'm imagining she has a synthetic approximation of a human face that doesn't quite parse.*
The hound jumps out of the way as the Strugel falls to the ground. He gags as he lands, nearly vomiting what was likely a huge meal that he ate earlier. He sits up and quickly grabs his combat equipment, with the cold iron saw and studded leather armor. The dog sniffs at him, long tail wagging a bit, before he revs his saw to ward it off.
The beast huffs and runs away.
"Thank you." He sighs. "Who are you?" He still seems a little out of it.
*Pretty much, yeah- the lower third of her face where her mouth and nose should be is replaced with more metallic parts that don't look humanoid.*
"Eris Mirth. My family and I arrived here fairly recently." She explains, her mechanical shears retracting back into her arm. "And who are you? A hunter of sorts, I assume?"
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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 don't really remember what she looks like, but I'm imagining she has a synthetic approximation of a human face that doesn't quite parse.*
The hound jumps out of the way as the Strugel falls to the ground. He gags as he lands, nearly vomiting what was likely a huge meal that he ate earlier. He sits up and quickly grabs his combat equipment, with the cold iron saw and studded leather armor. The dog sniffs at him, long tail wagging a bit, before he revs his saw to ward it off.
The beast huffs and runs away.
"Thank you." He sighs. "Who are you?" He still seems a little out of it.
*Pretty much, yeah- the lower third of her face where her mouth and nose should be is replaced with more metallic parts that don't look humanoid.*
"Eris Mirth. My family and I arrived here fairly recently." She explains, her mechanical shears retracting back into her arm. "And who are you? A hunter of sorts, I assume?"
He shakes his head, trying to re-orient himself.. "Yeah, kind of. The guy who caught me was a hunter-fisher, thus his weird doggy. I was trying to kill him, but he gave me a challenge I couldn't refuse. When I failed, I tried to kill him again, but our agreement meant..." He blushes for a second, remembering something, then speaks extremely quickly. "AndIdon'treallyrememberwhathappenednext."
He smells like woodsmoke and good food, and he looks like he actually practiced self-care for once and did a surprisingly good job. There isn't a speck of dirt on his pelts, and his mask has been treated with something to make it waterproof.
"SO, what are you doing around 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.
*I don't really remember what she looks like, but I'm imagining she has a synthetic approximation of a human face that doesn't quite parse.*
The hound jumps out of the way as the Strugel falls to the ground. He gags as he lands, nearly vomiting what was likely a huge meal that he ate earlier. He sits up and quickly grabs his combat equipment, with the cold iron saw and studded leather armor. The dog sniffs at him, long tail wagging a bit, before he revs his saw to ward it off.
The beast huffs and runs away.
"Thank you." He sighs. "Who are you?" He still seems a little out of it.
*Pretty much, yeah- the lower third of her face where her mouth and nose should be is replaced with more metallic parts that don't look humanoid.*
"Eris Mirth. My family and I arrived here fairly recently." She explains, her mechanical shears retracting back into her arm. "And who are you? A hunter of sorts, I assume?"
He shakes his head, trying to re-orient himself.. "Yeah, kind of. The guy who caught me was a hunter-fisher, thus his weird doggy. I was trying to kill him, but he gave me a challenge I couldn't refuse. When I failed, I tried to kill him again, but our agreement meant..." He blushes for a second, remembering something, then speaks extremely quickly. "AndIdon'treallyrememberwhathappenednext."
He smells like woodsmoke and good food, and he looks like he actually practiced self-care for once and did a surprisingly good job. There isn't a speck of dirt on his pelts, and his mask has been treated with something to make it waterproof.
"SO, what are you doing around here?"
She is silent for a second, thinking of how exactly to answer. "At the moment, scouting ahead to see where it's best to travel next. There's been an old feud between my family and another, and at the moment, we're trying to get away from it and buy ourselves time. Here's hoping your next encounter with him has you prevail."
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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 his head, trying to re-orient himself.. "Yeah, kind of. The guy who caught me was a hunter-fisher, thus his weird doggy. I was trying to kill him, but he gave me a challenge I couldn't refuse. When I failed, I tried to kill him again, but our agreement meant..." He blushes for a second, remembering something, then speaks extremely quickly. "AndIdon'treallyrememberwhathappenednext."
He smells like woodsmoke and good food, and he looks like he actually practiced self-care for once and did a surprisingly good job. There isn't a speck of dirt on his pelts, and his mask has been treated with something to make it waterproof.
"SO, what are you doing around here?"
She is silent for a second, thinking of how exactly to answer. "At the moment, scouting ahead to see where it's best to travel next. There's been an old feud between my family and another, and at the moment, we're trying to get away from it and buy ourselves time. Here's hoping your next encounter with him has you prevail."
"Hey, uh, this guy's a master trapper and stealth expert. If you help me catch him, I'm sure I could get him to teach you how to hide, you know, big stuff. Entire camps and machines and stuff like that." He clearly hasn't seen her family's moving manor. "He's got a bit of Glamour as well, and we could get him to use it on you guys so you blend in better."
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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.
He shakes his head, trying to re-orient himself.. "Yeah, kind of. The guy who caught me was a hunter-fisher, thus his weird doggy. I was trying to kill him, but he gave me a challenge I couldn't refuse. When I failed, I tried to kill him again, but our agreement meant..." He blushes for a second, remembering something, then speaks extremely quickly. "AndIdon'treallyrememberwhathappenednext."
He smells like woodsmoke and good food, and he looks like he actually practiced self-care for once and did a surprisingly good job. There isn't a speck of dirt on his pelts, and his mask has been treated with something to make it waterproof.
"SO, what are you doing around here?"
She is silent for a second, thinking of how exactly to answer. "At the moment, scouting ahead to see where it's best to travel next. There's been an old feud between my family and another, and at the moment, we're trying to get away from it and buy ourselves time. Here's hoping your next encounter with him has you prevail."
"Hey, uh, this guy's a master trapper and stealth expert. If you help me catch him, I'm sure I could get him to teach you how to hide, you know, big stuff. Entire camps and machines and stuff like that." He clearly hasn't seen her family's moving manor. "He's got a bit of Glamour as well, and we could get him to use it on you guys so you blend in better."
She seems especially intrigued- after all, the moving manor could use some stealth capabilities. "That sounds like a fair trade. Sure, I'll help you hunt him down and catch him- it's been a while since I've tested some of my weaponry anyways... though I do have one query. Why are you hunting him down?"
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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)
"Hey, uh, this guy's a master trapper and stealth expert. If you help me catch him, I'm sure I could get him to teach you how to hide, you know, big stuff. Entire camps and machines and stuff like that." He clearly hasn't seen her family's moving manor. "He's got a bit of Glamour as well, and we could get him to use it on you guys so you blend in better."
She seems especially intrigued- after all, the moving manor could use some stealth capabilities. "That sounds like a fair trade. Sure, I'll help you hunt him down and catch him- it's been a while since I've tested some of my weaponry anyways... though I do have one query. Why are you hunting him down?"
*Heads up, I have like 20 minutes left before the internet goes out for me*
He begins sharpening his saws on a whetstone. "He works for the Sugarplum Court, a Fey Court that stole my name. Seven times. He's a hunter for them, and a lesser noble, so he might have one of them in his back pocket. He's clever, and he knew I was here before he arrived, so I'm counting on him to have a bargaining chip in case I do get him cornered." He shudders. "Be careful. Don't listen to him. Whatever he offers to you, remember that he's a bad guy."
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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.
"Hey, uh, this guy's a master trapper and stealth expert. If you help me catch him, I'm sure I could get him to teach you how to hide, you know, big stuff. Entire camps and machines and stuff like that." He clearly hasn't seen her family's moving manor. "He's got a bit of Glamour as well, and we could get him to use it on you guys so you blend in better."
She seems especially intrigued- after all, the moving manor could use some stealth capabilities. "That sounds like a fair trade. Sure, I'll help you hunt him down and catch him- it's been a while since I've tested some of my weaponry anyways... though I do have one query. Why are you hunting him down?"
*Heads up, I have like 20 minutes left before the internet goes out for me*
He begins sharpening his saws on a whetstone. "He works for the Sugarplum Court, a Fey Court that stole my name. Seven times. He's a hunter for them, and a lesser noble, so he might have one of them in his back pocket. He's clever, and he knew I was here before he arrived, so I'm counting on him to have a bargaining chip in case I do get him cornered." He shudders. "Be careful. Don't listen to him. Whatever he offers to you, remember that he's a bad guy."
*Alrighty- I got to hop off the forums for a while pretty soon too.*
"Understood- I won't listen to any deals he tries to make." She responds, producing a honing steel out of one of her apron pockets. A mechanical arm unfolds from her back- the end of which bearing a vicious metal blade reminiscent of a mantis' claw- and she starts sharpening it as well. How that large arm manages to fold up into her back and still leave space for internal organs is anyone's guess.
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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)
*Heads up, I have like 20 minutes left before the internet goes out for me*
He begins sharpening his saws on a whetstone. "He works for the Sugarplum Court, a Fey Court that stole my name. Seven times. He's a hunter for them, and a lesser noble, so he might have one of them in his back pocket. He's clever, and he knew I was here before he arrived, so I'm counting on him to have a bargaining chip in case I do get him cornered." He shudders. "Be careful. Don't listen to him. Whatever he offers to you, remember that he's a bad guy."
*Alrighty- I got to hop off the forums for a while pretty soon too.*
"Understood- I won't listen to any deals he tries to make." She responds, producing a honing steel out of one of her apron pockets. A mechanical arm unfolds from her back- the end of which bearing a vicious metal blade reminiscent of a mantis' claw- and she starts sharpening it as well. How that large arm manages to fold up into her back and still leave space for internal organs is anyone's guess.
"Awesome. Now we just need to follow his dog-thing."
He finishes sharpening the Meat Grinder. He stands up, stumbling slightly, unused to being so heavy. "We should go before the trail goes cold."
He jogs in that direction, unable to sprint without vomiting, stuffed as he is.
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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 is making her way back to the Silken Sanctuary, trudging though freshly-fallen snow as she recalls what paths return to the web-choked forest in which it currently resides.
Eris is preparing all her various weapons for her and Piecemeal's hunt, sharpening blades and oiling inner mechanisms and recharging arcane batteries.
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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 is making her way back to the Silken Sanctuary, trudging though freshly-fallen snow as she recalls what paths return to the web-choked forest in which it currently resides.
Eris is preparing all her various weapons for her and Piecemeal's hunt, sharpening blades and oiling inner mechanisms and recharging arcane batteries.
*I wish I could roleplay right now but I’m too busy. I’ll try to be around here later.*
*i feel like my spirits would be right at home here, what do you guys think?* *until then, I have the graveyard keeper, if anybody wants her* *i've been busy working on my rwby fan story lol*
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*Good afternoon, my dear creatures, cryptids, and anomalies!*
The disgraced death angel is continuing its slow accumulation of power, feasting on every campfire and jack-o-lantern flame it finds, and it has gained a small amount of power again- nothing like the destructive might it once wielded, but a good start. The God Eater's Cutlery has helped it immensely with regaining its power, but now... it no longer needs them. The light no longer burns it, nor does the heat. These godly artifacts contained pieces of its former power... now, it's time to take that power back. It breaks the silverware open with the sickening snapping of bones, drinking the golden ichor within, stealing back the fractions of stolen starlight it once had. One step closer to regaining godhood. One step closer to eternal summer.
Adeline has returned to the Silken Sanctuary, huddled up next to a campfire as she knits another scarf- mostly to keep her mind occupied and avoid worrying about how touching cold iron hurts her now. She's right next to a roaring fire, huddled up in a makeshift cocoon of insulating layers... and yet, she can't stop shivering. She feels freezing... almost as cold as she felt on that fateful night all those years ago... And she was irrefutably human then. What's happening to her?
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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*What if we only see the tail end of the fight? The last few blows exchanged when both are at their most desperate?*
*I think seeing those two fight for a bit would be really cool, but I know from experience it can get boring to run a combat between two characters entirely by oneself.*
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, I was thinking that in the latter option, other players would join in.*
*But yeah, just seeing the tail end is a good idea too. Probably a better one. You get a view of what this guy fights like without me having to worry about him dying before I can play him.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A dazed Piecemeal, surprisingly clean and looking a bit plumper than normal, hangs from a net in a tree. His weapons and armor sit at the foot of the tree, guarded by a creature that looks like a mix between an icy hellhound, a blink dog, and a moray eel. The beast sleeps.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Eris is on one of her scouting missions to help chart the course of the Mirth Manor, when she sees Piecemeal and the sleeping beast beneath him. He hears the sound of her metallic spider-like legs tapping on stones and frozen ground before he sees her, and she seems non-hostile.
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 looks up- er, down at her. "Hey, can you let me down please? I uh... lost a duel."
The dog-thing raises its head and looks at her, not hostile either.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She looks up at him, Piecemeal now able to see her face that was previously obscured by her hood. "Of course." From her outstretched mechanical hand emerges an articulated tendril that snakes its way up to the ropes keeping the net up in the tree, and a pair of shears at its end cut them, letting the net fall.
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 don't really remember what she looks like, but I'm imagining she has a synthetic approximation of a human face that doesn't quite parse.*
The hound jumps out of the way as the Strugel falls to the ground. He gags as he lands, nearly vomiting what was likely a huge meal that he ate earlier. He sits up and quickly grabs his combat equipment, with the cold iron saw and studded leather armor. The dog sniffs at him, long tail wagging a bit, before he revs his saw to ward it off.
The beast huffs and runs away.
"Thank you." He sighs. "Who are you?" He still seems a little out of it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Pretty much, yeah- the lower third of her face where her mouth and nose should be is replaced with more metallic parts that don't look humanoid.*
"Eris Mirth. My family and I arrived here fairly recently." She explains, her mechanical shears retracting back into her arm. "And who are you? A hunter of sorts, I assume?"
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 his head, trying to re-orient himself.. "Yeah, kind of. The guy who caught me was a hunter-fisher, thus his weird doggy. I was trying to kill him, but he gave me a challenge I couldn't refuse. When I failed, I tried to kill him again, but our agreement meant..." He blushes for a second, remembering something, then speaks extremely quickly. "AndIdon'treallyrememberwhathappenednext."
He smells like woodsmoke and good food, and he looks like he actually practiced self-care for once and did a surprisingly good job. There isn't a speck of dirt on his pelts, and his mask has been treated with something to make it waterproof.
"SO, what are you doing around here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She is silent for a second, thinking of how exactly to answer. "At the moment, scouting ahead to see where it's best to travel next. There's been an old feud between my family and another, and at the moment, we're trying to get away from it and buy ourselves time. Here's hoping your next encounter with him has you prevail."
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)
"Hey, uh, this guy's a master trapper and stealth expert. If you help me catch him, I'm sure I could get him to teach you how to hide, you know, big stuff. Entire camps and machines and stuff like that." He clearly hasn't seen her family's moving manor. "He's got a bit of Glamour as well, and we could get him to use it on you guys so you blend in better."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She seems especially intrigued- after all, the moving manor could use some stealth capabilities. "That sounds like a fair trade. Sure, I'll help you hunt him down and catch him- it's been a while since I've tested some of my weaponry anyways... though I do have one query. Why are you hunting him down?"
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)
*Heads up, I have like 20 minutes left before the internet goes out for me*
He begins sharpening his saws on a whetstone. "He works for the Sugarplum Court, a Fey Court that stole my name. Seven times. He's a hunter for them, and a lesser noble, so he might have one of them in his back pocket. He's clever, and he knew I was here before he arrived, so I'm counting on him to have a bargaining chip in case I do get him cornered." He shudders. "Be careful. Don't listen to him. Whatever he offers to you, remember that he's a bad guy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Alrighty- I got to hop off the forums for a while pretty soon too.*
"Understood- I won't listen to any deals he tries to make." She responds, producing a honing steel out of one of her apron pockets. A mechanical arm unfolds from her back- the end of which bearing a vicious metal blade reminiscent of a mantis' claw- and she starts sharpening it as well. How that large arm manages to fold up into her back and still leave space for internal organs is anyone's guess.
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)
"Awesome. Now we just need to follow his dog-thing."
He finishes sharpening the Meat Grinder. He stands up, stumbling slightly, unused to being so heavy. "We should go before the trail goes cold."
He jogs in that direction, unable to sprint without vomiting, stuffed as he is.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*And now, I must away!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Gooooooooood afternoon, Autumn Country!*
Adeline is making her way back to the Silken Sanctuary, trudging though freshly-fallen snow as she recalls what paths return to the web-choked forest in which it currently resides.
Eris is preparing all her various weapons for her and Piecemeal's hunt, sharpening blades and oiling inner mechanisms and recharging arcane batteries.
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 wish I could roleplay right now but I’m too busy. I’ll try to be around here later.*
*i feel like my spirits would be right at home here, what do you guys think?*
*until then, I have the graveyard keeper, if anybody wants her*
*i've been busy working on my rwby fan story lol*
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*Good afternoon, my dear creatures, cryptids, and anomalies!*
The disgraced death angel is continuing its slow accumulation of power, feasting on every campfire and jack-o-lantern flame it finds, and it has gained a small amount of power again- nothing like the destructive might it once wielded, but a good start. The God Eater's Cutlery has helped it immensely with regaining its power, but now... it no longer needs them. The light no longer burns it, nor does the heat. These godly artifacts contained pieces of its former power... now, it's time to take that power back. It breaks the silverware open with the sickening snapping of bones, drinking the golden ichor within, stealing back the fractions of stolen starlight it once had. One step closer to regaining godhood. One step closer to eternal summer.
Adeline has returned to the Silken Sanctuary, huddled up next to a campfire as she knits another scarf- mostly to keep her mind occupied and avoid worrying about how touching cold iron hurts her now. She's right next to a roaring fire, huddled up in a makeshift cocoon of insulating layers... and yet, she can't stop shivering. She feels freezing... almost as cold as she felt on that fateful night all those years ago... And she was irrefutably human then. What's happening to her?
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)