"No. But you can jog their memories. It's like a new face. You're still you, and they know you." He sits down. "You are hesitant. I have an alternative proposal."
(If you like, you can make a DC 21 Insight check)
The nymph seems to be somewhat less nervous about that upon hearing his response. "That's good. I didn't want to- to be fully forgotten. What's your proposal?"
(Adeline's Insight: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.)
"You can buy my cloak. It blocks all magic that originates from her, as it has my signature woven into it. All I ask in return is that you throw it on her when you have the chance."
(With that 22, she can tell that this entity is getting vaguely impatient. Miffed at worst. In addition, he's got some sort of ulterior motive that has nothing to do with her, as his mind is elsewhere.)
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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.
"No. But you can jog their memories. It's like a new face. You're still you, and they know you." He sits down. "You are hesitant. I have an alternative proposal."
(If you like, you can make a DC 21 Insight check)
The nymph seems to be somewhat less nervous about that upon hearing his response. "That's good. I didn't want to- to be fully forgotten. What's your proposal?"
(Adeline's Insight: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.)
"You can buy my cloak. It blocks all magic that originates from her, as it has my signature woven into it. All I ask in return is that you throw it on her when you have the chance."
(With that 22, she can tell that this entity is getting vaguely impatient. Miffed at worst. In addition, he's got some sort of ulterior motive that has nothing to do with her, as his mind is elsewhere.)
She thinks for a moment, before making her decision. "...It's a deal. I would like the cloak, and if possible, the change of true names as well, please. Both will greatly help me avoid her influence, and I want to be as sure as possible I won't be controlled."
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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)
"You can buy my cloak. It blocks all magic that originates from her, as it has my signature woven into it. All I ask in return is that you throw it on her when you have the chance."
(With that 22, she can tell that this entity is getting vaguely impatient. Miffed at worst. In addition, he's got some sort of ulterior motive that has nothing to do with her, as his mind is elsewhere.)
She thinks for a moment, before making her decision. "...It's a deal. I would like the cloak, and if possible, the change of true names as well, please. Both will greatly help me avoid her influence, and I want to be as sure as possible I won't be controlled."
"Excellent choice, Adeline." He holds out the name tag again. "Now, here's what we agreed upon. I'll hold onto your old name. Prevent anyone untrustworthy from using 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.
She thinks for a moment, before making her decision. "...It's a deal. I would like the cloak, and if possible, the change of true names as well, please. Both will greatly help me avoid her influence, and I want to be as sure as possible I won't be controlled."
"Excellent choice, Adeline." He holds out the name tag again. "Now, here's what we agreed upon. I'll hold onto your old name. Prevent anyone untrustworthy from using it."
"Thank you. Now, to think of something..." She ponders a name for a moment, thinking that a name like this has to have great significance. After a good minute or so, she thinks of it. Of course, why hadn't she thought of that name earlier? And a rather fitting one, given her nature. The nymph lets out a breathless, soundless whisper, as she picks up the name tag.
"Daughter Moth" is no more. Had she known that name, she likely would have been even more determined to rid herself of it. Truly shows how little the Queen cared about her. But that's in the past now... now, she's just Adeline. Well, that's what she'll continue to go by, anyway- her true name will remain unknown to all but two.
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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)
"Excellent choice, Adeline." He holds out the name tag again. "Now, here's what we agreed upon. I'll hold onto your old name. Prevent anyone untrustworthy from using it."
"Thank you. Now, to think of something..." She ponders a name for a moment, thinking that a name like this has to have great significance. After a good minute or so, she thinks of it. Of course, why hadn't she thought of that name earlier? And a rather fitting one, given her nature. The nymph lets out a breathless, soundless whisper, as she picks up the name tag.
"Daughter Moth" is no more. Had she known that name, she likely would have been even more determined to rid herself of it. Truly shows how little the Queen cared about her. But that's in the past now... now, she's just Adeline. Well, that's what she'll continue to go by, anyway- her true name will remain unknown to all but two.
The Prince shifts slightly. He didn't look as he took her old name, instead discretely, almost imperceptibly hiding it on his person. His teeth become visible as he grins wide. They look just like the Queen's, but rotten and stained. Swollen, reddened gums. Black enamel almost invisible against the pitch-dark cavern of his throat. Perhaps it's not the teeth that are the same, but the smile. That feeling creeps in, not as strong as when Adeline was with the Queen, but it's there nonetheless.
Despite what he's hidden from view, he remains a being without beauty.
"Pleasure doing business with you, hidden acquaintance. Are you satisfied?"
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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.
"Thank you. Now, to think of something..." She ponders a name for a moment, thinking that a name like this has to have great significance. After a good minute or so, she thinks of it. Of course, why hadn't she thought of that name earlier? And a rather fitting one, given her nature. The nymph lets out a breathless, soundless whisper, as she picks up the name tag.
"Daughter Moth" is no more. Had she known that name, she likely would have been even more determined to rid herself of it. Truly shows how little the Queen cared about her. But that's in the past now... now, she's just Adeline. Well, that's what she'll continue to go by, anyway- her true name will remain unknown to all but two.
The Prince shifts slightly. He didn't look as he took her old name, instead discretely, almost imperceptibly hiding it on his person. His teeth become visible as he grins wide. They look just like the Queen's, but rotten and stained. Swollen, reddened gums. Black enamel almost invisible against the pitch-dark cavern of his throat. Perhaps it's not the teeth that are the same, but the smile. That feeling creeps in, not as strong as when Adeline was with the Queen, but it's there nonetheless.
Despite what he's hidden from view, he remains a being without beauty.
"Pleasure doing business with you, hidden acquaintance. Are you satisfied?"
She thinks for a second, almost having felt a weight lift from her as that old name left, and then, a small smile appears on her face. "...I think so, yes. I'll be careful with this name- I promise." The... fey? almost-fey? She doesn't fully know at this point, but somehow she has the unshakable feeling that either way, things will turn out okay in the end. Either way, she can't help but smile as well, her own teeth faintly visible. All sharp-pointed, though her canines especially so, almost like a vampire's.
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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 Prince shifts slightly. He didn't look as he took her old name, instead discretely, almost imperceptibly hiding it on his person. His teeth become visible as he grins wide. They look just like the Queen's, but rotten and stained. Swollen, reddened gums. Black enamel almost invisible against the pitch-dark cavern of his throat. Perhaps it's not the teeth that are the same, but the smile. That feeling creeps in, not as strong as when Adeline was with the Queen, but it's there nonetheless.
Despite what he's hidden from view, he remains a being without beauty.
"Pleasure doing business with you, hidden acquaintance. Are you satisfied?"
She thinks for a second, almost having felt a weight lift from her as that old name left, and then, a small smile appears on her face. "...I think so, yes. I'll be careful with this name- I promise." The... fey? almost-fey? She doesn't fully know at this point, but somehow she has the unshakable feeling that either way, things will turn out okay in the end. Either way, she can't help but smile as well, her own teeth faintly visible. All sharp-pointed, though her canines especially so, almost like a vampire's.
"You don't need to promise me anything. I won't hold you accountable." He stands up and tosses his cane in the air before grabbing it. "If you are irresponsible, you'll be back. We'll make another trade. No harm done." He looks down at her. "What a lovely smile. Don't show my mother." He strides off into the woods.
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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 Prince shifts slightly. He didn't look as he took her old name, instead discretely, almost imperceptibly hiding it on his person. His teeth become visible as he grins wide. They look just like the Queen's, but rotten and stained. Swollen, reddened gums. Black enamel almost invisible against the pitch-dark cavern of his throat. Perhaps it's not the teeth that are the same, but the smile. That feeling creeps in, not as strong as when Adeline was with the Queen, but it's there nonetheless.
Despite what he's hidden from view, he remains a being without beauty.
"Pleasure doing business with you, hidden acquaintance. Are you satisfied?"
She thinks for a second, almost having felt a weight lift from her as that old name left, and then, a small smile appears on her face. "...I think so, yes. I'll be careful with this name- I promise." The... fey? almost-fey? She doesn't fully know at this point, but somehow she has the unshakable feeling that either way, things will turn out okay in the end. Either way, she can't help but smile as well, her own teeth faintly visible. All sharp-pointed, though her canines especially so, almost like a vampire's.
"You don't need to promise me anything. I won't hold you accountable." He stands up and tosses his cane in the air before grabbing it. "If you are irresponsible, you'll be back. We'll make another trade. No harm done." He looks down at her. "What a lovely smile. Don't show my mother." He strides off into the woods.
"I won't let her know a thing. Farewell, and pleasure doing business with you!" She says to the forest as he walks off, before turning back to her preparations. She looks down at the now fungus-riddled ghoul corpse with slight disappointment, before setting off into the forest as well, though in a different direction. Time to go hunting again.
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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 Starshredder descends from the grey skies above, its slowly decreasing distance with the ground below stirring up a gale that shakes the trees and scatters the snow. With enough weight to compress the loamy soil beneath to a thin layer, the biomechanical horror touches down outside the silk-choked forests where Mother Moth resides. From the open doors that hiss with hydraulics emerges Helianth, Solar Obliterator at its side and a simple sketched-out map in its fiery talons. It's decided to do some scouting work to help its coalition complete the Queen's task, and it wanders into the woods to begin charting a path.
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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 Starshredder descends from the grey skies above, its slowly decreasing distance with the ground below stirring up a gale that shakes the trees and scatters the snow. With enough weight to compress the loamy soil beneath to a thin layer, the biomechanical horror touches down outside the silk-choked forests where Mother Moth resides. From the open doors that hiss with hydraulics emerges Helianth, Solar Obliterator at its side and a simple sketched-out map in its fiery talons. It's decided to do some scouting work to help its coalition complete the Queen's task, and it wanders into the woods to begin charting a path.
It passes under a shadow, one that feels distinctly alive, distinctly viscous. The Prince, now without his cloak, stands, waiting.
"Those chains weigh on you."
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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 just got up, and I have a dentist appointment today.*
*Also, I'm working on a pathetic scarecrow character to celebrate my recent acquisition of a hard copy of Crooked Moon and some resin jack-o-lantern dice.*
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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 just got up, and I have a dentist appointment today.*
*Also, I'm working on a pathetic scarecrow character to celebrate my recent acquisition of a hard copy of Crooked Moon and some resin jack-o-lantern dice.*
*sorry about the dentist, but the character sounds cool.*
The Starshredder descends from the grey skies above, its slowly decreasing distance with the ground below stirring up a gale that shakes the trees and scatters the snow. With enough weight to compress the loamy soil beneath to a thin layer, the biomechanical horror touches down outside the silk-choked forests where Mother Moth resides. From the open doors that hiss with hydraulics emerges Helianth, Solar Obliterator at its side and a simple sketched-out map in its fiery talons. It's decided to do some scouting work to help its coalition complete the Queen's task, and it wanders into the woods to begin charting a path.
It passes under a shadow, one that feels distinctly alive, distinctly viscous. The Prince, now without his cloak, stands, waiting.
"Those chains weigh on you."
The crooked flower stops dead in its tracks, all its flower heads focused on the Prince with its glowing fires like nine searchlights. "Chains are a heavy thing, as per their nature. Why waste your time picking apart my burdens?"
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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)
It passes under a shadow, one that feels distinctly alive, distinctly viscous. The Prince, now without his cloak, stands, waiting.
"Those chains weigh on you."
The crooked flower stops dead in its tracks, all its flower heads focused on the Prince with its glowing fires like nine searchlights. "Chains are a heavy thing, as per their nature. Why waste your time picking apart my burdens?"
"Because you can be free."
He steps down from the hill he stands on, holding out two closed hands. "One leads to life..." He opens his left hand to reveal a Tablet of Awakening. A magic item that can restore a soul to its original shape and resurrect a creature from oblivion. "The other, death..." He opens his right. Inside is a gleaming name tag reading 'Daughter Moth.' Helianth immediately recognizes, through some paranormal insight, that this is what the Queen was really looking for.
It passes under a shadow, one that feels distinctly alive, distinctly viscous. The Prince, now without his cloak, stands, waiting.
"Those chains weigh on you."
The crooked flower stops dead in its tracks, all its flower heads focused on the Prince with its glowing fires like nine searchlights. "Chains are a heavy thing, as per their nature. Why waste your time picking apart my burdens?"
"Because you can be free."
He steps down from the hill he stands on, holding out two closed hands. "One leads to life..." He opens his left hand to reveal a Tablet of Awakening. A magic item that can restore a soul to its original shape and resurrect a creature from oblivion. "The other, death..." He opens his right. Inside is a gleaming name tag reading 'Daughter Moth.' Helianth immediately recognizes, through some paranormal insight that this is what the Queen was really looking for.
"Each has a cost. What will you pay?"
The crooked ghoul looks over both options, though its attention is immediately fixated on the Tablet of Awakening. Something that powerful that could bring someone back from the dead... bring a certain someone back from the dead... for that, there is no cost too great in its mind. But to bring them back, just for them to see the sorry state the realm is in... then again, he might be able to help a lot with fixing this mess. Decisions, decisions...
"What are their costs? I'd like to know what I'm signing up for by accepting either option."
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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 steps down from the hill he stands on, holding out two closed hands. "One leads to life..." He opens his left hand to reveal a Tablet of Awakening. A magic item that can restore a soul to its original shape and resurrect a creature from oblivion. "The other, death..." He opens his right. Inside is a gleaming name tag reading 'Daughter Moth.' Helianth immediately recognizes, through some paranormal insight that this is what the Queen was really looking for.
"Each has a cost. What will you pay?"
The crooked ghoul looks over both options, though its attention is immediately fixated on the Tablet of Awakening. Something that powerful that could bring someone back from the dead... bring a certain someone back from the dead... for that, there is no cost too great in its mind. But to bring them back, just for them to see the sorry state the realm is in... then again, he might be able to help a lot with fixing this mess. Decisions, decisions...
"What are their costs? I'd like to know what I'm signing up for by accepting either option."
"I suppose a minimum bid is in order." There's a certain satisfaction in his voice. He lifts his left hand, revealing a Queen card in his sleeve. "A life for a life." He lowers his right, closing his first and turning it over, revealing a tarot card in this sleeve. The Sun. "A name for a name."
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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.
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"You can buy my cloak. It blocks all magic that originates from her, as it has my signature woven into it. All I ask in return is that you throw it on her when you have the chance."
(With that 22, she can tell that this entity is getting vaguely impatient. Miffed at worst. In addition, he's got some sort of ulterior motive that has nothing to do with her, as his mind is elsewhere.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She thinks for a moment, before making her decision. "...It's a deal. I would like the cloak, and if possible, the change of true names as well, please. Both will greatly help me avoid her influence, and I want to be as sure as possible I won't be controlled."
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)
"Excellent choice, Adeline." He holds out the name tag again. "Now, here's what we agreed upon. I'll hold onto your old name. Prevent anyone untrustworthy from using it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thank you. Now, to think of something..." She ponders a name for a moment, thinking that a name like this has to have great significance. After a good minute or so, she thinks of it. Of course, why hadn't she thought of that name earlier? And a rather fitting one, given her nature. The nymph lets out a breathless, soundless whisper, as she picks up the name tag.
"Daughter Moth" is no more. Had she known that name, she likely would have been even more determined to rid herself of it. Truly shows how little the Queen cared about her. But that's in the past now... now, she's just Adeline. Well, that's what she'll continue to go by, anyway- her true name will remain unknown to all but two.
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 Prince shifts slightly. He didn't look as he took her old name, instead discretely, almost imperceptibly hiding it on his person. His teeth become visible as he grins wide. They look just like the Queen's, but rotten and stained. Swollen, reddened gums. Black enamel almost invisible against the pitch-dark cavern of his throat. Perhaps it's not the teeth that are the same, but the smile. That feeling creeps in, not as strong as when Adeline was with the Queen, but it's there nonetheless.
Despite what he's hidden from view, he remains a being without beauty.
"Pleasure doing business with you, hidden acquaintance. Are you satisfied?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She thinks for a second, almost having felt a weight lift from her as that old name left, and then, a small smile appears on her face. "...I think so, yes. I'll be careful with this name- I promise." The... fey? almost-fey? She doesn't fully know at this point, but somehow she has the unshakable feeling that either way, things will turn out okay in the end. Either way, she can't help but smile as well, her own teeth faintly visible. All sharp-pointed, though her canines especially so, almost like a vampire's.
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 don't need to promise me anything. I won't hold you accountable." He stands up and tosses his cane in the air before grabbing it. "If you are irresponsible, you'll be back. We'll make another trade. No harm done." He looks down at her. "What a lovely smile. Don't show my mother." He strides off into the woods.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I won't let her know a thing. Farewell, and pleasure doing business with you!" She says to the forest as he walks off, before turning back to her preparations. She looks down at the now fungus-riddled ghoul corpse with slight disappointment, before setting off into the forest as well, though in a different direction. Time to go hunting again.
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 Starshredder descends from the grey skies above, its slowly decreasing distance with the ground below stirring up a gale that shakes the trees and scatters the snow. With enough weight to compress the loamy soil beneath to a thin layer, the biomechanical horror touches down outside the silk-choked forests where Mother Moth resides. From the open doors that hiss with hydraulics emerges Helianth, Solar Obliterator at its side and a simple sketched-out map in its fiery talons. It's decided to do some scouting work to help its coalition complete the Queen's task, and it wanders into the woods to begin charting a path.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It passes under a shadow, one that feels distinctly alive, distinctly viscous. The Prince, now without his cloak, stands, waiting.
"Those chains weigh on you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hello*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*Hey, Issac! What's up?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*not much, you?*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*I just got up, and I have a dentist appointment today.*
*Also, I'm working on a pathetic scarecrow character to celebrate my recent acquisition of a hard copy of Crooked Moon and some resin jack-o-lantern dice.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*sorry about the dentist, but the character sounds cool.*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
The crooked flower stops dead in its tracks, all its flower heads focused on the Prince with its glowing fires like nine searchlights. "Chains are a heavy thing, as per their nature. Why waste your time picking apart my burdens?"
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)
Mika is wandering around his Gundam, seemingly looking for something.
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
"Because you can be free."
He steps down from the hill he stands on, holding out two closed hands.
"One leads to life..." He opens his left hand to reveal a Tablet of Awakening. A magic item that can restore a soul to its original shape and resurrect a creature from oblivion.
"The other, death..." He opens his right. Inside is a gleaming name tag reading 'Daughter Moth.' Helianth immediately recognizes, through some paranormal insight, that this is what the Queen was really looking for.
"Each has a cost. What will you pay?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The crooked ghoul looks over both options, though its attention is immediately fixated on the Tablet of Awakening. Something that powerful that could bring someone back from the dead... bring a certain someone back from the dead... for that, there is no cost too great in its mind. But to bring them back, just for them to see the sorry state the realm is in... then again, he might be able to help a lot with fixing this mess. Decisions, decisions...
"What are their costs? I'd like to know what I'm signing up for by accepting either option."
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 suppose a minimum bid is in order." There's a certain satisfaction in his voice. He lifts his left hand, revealing a Queen card in his sleeve. "A life for a life." He lowers his right, closing his first and turning it over, revealing a tarot card in this sleeve. The Sun. "A name for a name."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.