*This looks very fun! I've always loved the cyberpunk aesthetic!*
The sounds of metallic tapping against cobblestones fills the ruined streets- dozens and dozens of little tik-tik-tiks that resonate through the air. Eighty-four legs, thin like wires and tik-tik-tiking in succession like a rolling ocean wave, carry a long segmented body that gleams in the light the gleam of reflective metal that has long since lost its luster. These segments trail behind the vaguely humanoid torso at the Animus's front, built of mismatched metal and wiring with two pairs of long spindly arms with long spindly fingers as wire-like as their many legs. The construct's head has numerous lights that resemble eyes, clumped together at the top half of its face like luminous bubbles of seafoam, with a grinning maw of jagged metal below, and two slender wire antennae above.
This is Myria, and its design is inspired by that of a centipede.
Lying in the flickering glow of a streetlamp just ahead is a half alseep fox Animus with nine long switchblades for tails, clutching a bottle of oil.
Myria approaches cautiously, not getting too close, like how an animal would debate whether something is worth hunting or not. "Greetings." It rasps, its voice partly choked in static noise.
The fox raises his head. "Huh? ...hi... name's Tails... Tails is confused. Who are you???"
"I am Myria. What is that you carry, Tails?" It points a long wire finger at the bottle of oil.
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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)
“Where the hell are you going? Because of you don’t get back here, its gonna be the scrapyard.”
"(GP) off!" He picks up his pace, but a loud grinding sound comes from him, and wisps of black smoke rise from him.
“Make me, pup.”
He reaches into the bag and pulls out a gripless blade, but he doesn't look confident. "I'm warning you."
“Go ahead. Take your best shot.” They make a grand show of opening their arms and leaving their chest exposed. “One shot.”
He doesn't move. "What do you want????!"
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*This looks very fun! I've always loved the cyberpunk aesthetic!*
The sounds of metallic tapping against cobblestones fills the ruined streets- dozens and dozens of little tik-tik-tiks that resonate through the air. Eighty-four legs, thin like wires and tik-tik-tiking in succession like a rolling ocean wave, carry a long segmented body that gleams in the light the gleam of reflective metal that has long since lost its luster. These segments trail behind the vaguely humanoid torso at the Animus's front, built of mismatched metal and wiring with two pairs of long spindly arms with long spindly fingers as wire-like as their many legs. The construct's head has numerous lights that resemble eyes, clumped together at the top half of its face like luminous bubbles of seafoam, with a grinning maw of jagged metal below, and two slender wire antennae above.
This is Myria, and its design is inspired by that of a centipede.
Lying in the flickering glow of a streetlamp just ahead is a half alseep fox Animus with nine long switchblades for tails, clutching a bottle of oil.
Myria approaches cautiously, not getting too close, like how an animal would debate whether something is worth hunting or not. "Greetings." It rasps, its voice partly choked in static noise.
The fox raises his head. "Huh? ...hi... name's Tails... Tails is confused. Who are you???"
"I am Myria. What is that you carry, Tails?" It points a long wire finger at the bottle of oil.
He twitches involentarily and hides the bottle behind his back. "Nothing... Tails hasn't got nothing."
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Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub!You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
“Where the hell are you going? Because of you don’t get back here, its gonna be the scrapyard.”
"(GP) off!" He picks up his pace, but a loud grinding sound comes from him, and wisps of black smoke rise from him.
“Make me, pup.”
He reaches into the bag and pulls out a gripless blade, but he doesn't look confident. "I'm warning you."
“Go ahead. Take your best shot.” They make a grand show of opening their arms and leaving their chest exposed. “One shot.”
He doesn't move. "What do you want????!"
“All i want to do is take a look at this bag.”
"IT'S NONE OF YOUR (GP)ING BUISNESS!"
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Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub!You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
*This looks very fun! I've always loved the cyberpunk aesthetic!*
The sounds of metallic tapping against cobblestones fills the ruined streets- dozens and dozens of little tik-tik-tiks that resonate through the air. Eighty-four legs, thin like wires and tik-tik-tiking in succession like a rolling ocean wave, carry a long segmented body that gleams in the light the gleam of reflective metal that has long since lost its luster. These segments trail behind the vaguely humanoid torso at the Animus's front, built of mismatched metal and wiring with two pairs of long spindly arms with long spindly fingers as wire-like as their many legs. The construct's head has numerous lights that resemble eyes, clumped together at the top half of its face like luminous bubbles of seafoam, with a grinning maw of jagged metal below, and two slender wire antennae above.
This is Myria, and its design is inspired by that of a centipede.
Lying in the flickering glow of a streetlamp just ahead is a half alseep fox Animus with nine long switchblades for tails, clutching a bottle of oil.
Myria approaches cautiously, not getting too close, like how an animal would debate whether something is worth hunting or not. "Greetings." It rasps, its voice partly choked in static noise.
The fox raises his head. "Huh? ...hi... name's Tails... Tails is confused. Who are you???"
"I am Myria. What is that you carry, Tails?" It points a long wire finger at the bottle of oil.
He twitches involentarily and hides the bottle behind his back. "Nothing... Tails hasn't got nothing."
It circles around him, its many legs making a cacophony of tapping as it does. "Do you think you're being clever? What's in the bottle?"
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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)
*This looks very fun! I've always loved the cyberpunk aesthetic!*
The sounds of metallic tapping against cobblestones fills the ruined streets- dozens and dozens of little tik-tik-tiks that resonate through the air. Eighty-four legs, thin like wires and tik-tik-tiking in succession like a rolling ocean wave, carry a long segmented body that gleams in the light the gleam of reflective metal that has long since lost its luster. These segments trail behind the vaguely humanoid torso at the Animus's front, built of mismatched metal and wiring with two pairs of long spindly arms with long spindly fingers as wire-like as their many legs. The construct's head has numerous lights that resemble eyes, clumped together at the top half of its face like luminous bubbles of seafoam, with a grinning maw of jagged metal below, and two slender wire antennae above.
This is Myria, and its design is inspired by that of a centipede.
Lying in the flickering glow of a streetlamp just ahead is a half alseep fox Animus with nine long switchblades for tails, clutching a bottle of oil.
Myria approaches cautiously, not getting too close, like how an animal would debate whether something is worth hunting or not. "Greetings." It rasps, its voice partly choked in static noise.
The fox raises his head. "Huh? ...hi... name's Tails... Tails is confused. Who are you???"
"I am Myria. What is that you carry, Tails?" It points a long wire finger at the bottle of oil.
He twitches involentarily and hides the bottle behind his back. "Nothing... Tails hasn't got nothing."
It circles around him, its many legs making a cacophony of tapping as it does. "Do you think you're being clever? What's in the bottle?"
"Oh... that bottle." He shakes nervously. "Just some worthless oils. Nothing you would be wanting."
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Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub!You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
“Where the hell are you going? Because of you don’t get back here, its gonna be the scrapyard.”
"(GP) off!" He picks up his pace, but a loud grinding sound comes from him, and wisps of black smoke rise from him.
“Make me, pup.”
He reaches into the bag and pulls out a gripless blade, but he doesn't look confident. "I'm warning you."
“Go ahead. Take your best shot.” They make a grand show of opening their arms and leaving their chest exposed. “One shot.”
He doesn't move. "What do you want????!"
“All i want to do is take a look at this bag.”
"IT'S NONE OF YOUR (GP)ING BUISNESS!"
“Then take the shot.”
"This... this is your last warning!" He steps forwards a bit.
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Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub!You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
*This looks very fun! I've always loved the cyberpunk aesthetic!*
The sounds of metallic tapping against cobblestones fills the ruined streets- dozens and dozens of little tik-tik-tiks that resonate through the air. Eighty-four legs, thin like wires and tik-tik-tiking in succession like a rolling ocean wave, carry a long segmented body that gleams in the light the gleam of reflective metal that has long since lost its luster. These segments trail behind the vaguely humanoid torso at the Animus's front, built of mismatched metal and wiring with two pairs of long spindly arms with long spindly fingers as wire-like as their many legs. The construct's head has numerous lights that resemble eyes, clumped together at the top half of its face like luminous bubbles of seafoam, with a grinning maw of jagged metal below, and two slender wire antennae above.
This is Myria, and its design is inspired by that of a centipede.
Lying in the flickering glow of a streetlamp just ahead is a half alseep fox Animus with nine long switchblades for tails, clutching a bottle of oil.
Myria approaches cautiously, not getting too close, like how an animal would debate whether something is worth hunting or not. "Greetings." It rasps, its voice partly choked in static noise.
The fox raises his head. "Huh? ...hi... name's Tails... Tails is confused. Who are you???"
"I am Myria. What is that you carry, Tails?" It points a long wire finger at the bottle of oil.
He twitches involentarily and hides the bottle behind his back. "Nothing... Tails hasn't got nothing."
It circles around him, its many legs making a cacophony of tapping as it does. "Do you think you're being clever? What's in the bottle?"
"Oh... that bottle." He shakes nervously. "Just some worthless oils. Nothing you would be wanting."
"Oils? Intriguing. What for?"
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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)
*This looks very fun! I've always loved the cyberpunk aesthetic!*
The sounds of metallic tapping against cobblestones fills the ruined streets- dozens and dozens of little tik-tik-tiks that resonate through the air. Eighty-four legs, thin like wires and tik-tik-tiking in succession like a rolling ocean wave, carry a long segmented body that gleams in the light the gleam of reflective metal that has long since lost its luster. These segments trail behind the vaguely humanoid torso at the Animus's front, built of mismatched metal and wiring with two pairs of long spindly arms with long spindly fingers as wire-like as their many legs. The construct's head has numerous lights that resemble eyes, clumped together at the top half of its face like luminous bubbles of seafoam, with a grinning maw of jagged metal below, and two slender wire antennae above.
This is Myria, and its design is inspired by that of a centipede.
Lying in the flickering glow of a streetlamp just ahead is a half alseep fox Animus with nine long switchblades for tails, clutching a bottle of oil.
Myria approaches cautiously, not getting too close, like how an animal would debate whether something is worth hunting or not. "Greetings." It rasps, its voice partly choked in static noise.
The fox raises his head. "Huh? ...hi... name's Tails... Tails is confused. Who are you???"
"I am Myria. What is that you carry, Tails?" It points a long wire finger at the bottle of oil.
He twitches involentarily and hides the bottle behind his back. "Nothing... Tails hasn't got nothing."
It circles around him, its many legs making a cacophony of tapping as it does. "Do you think you're being clever? What's in the bottle?"
"Oh... that bottle." He shakes nervously. "Just some worthless oils. Nothing you would be wanting."
"Oils? Intriguing. What for?"
"They..." He lowers his voice to a grinding whisper. "They keep the rusting at bay for Tails."
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It leans in a bit closer. "How did you get those oils? Did you make them, or find them? If the first, how? If the second, where?"
"Tails... Tails made them... it's just his skill he guesses." He begins slowly backing away anxiously
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Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub!You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
It leans in a bit closer. "How did you get those oils? Did you make them, or find them? If the first, how? If the second, where?"
"Tails... Tails made them... it's just his skill he guesses." He begins slowly backing away anxiously
It slowly advances, rearing up on its centipede body and leaning in a bit closer. "Fascinating... out of what? What materials did you use?"
"Ummm... just some stuff he found," he stutters
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Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub!You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
“Where the hell are you going? Because of you don’t get back here, its gonna be the scrapyard.”
"(GP) off!" He picks up his pace, but a loud grinding sound comes from him, and wisps of black smoke rise from him.
“Make me, pup.”
He reaches into the bag and pulls out a gripless blade, but he doesn't look confident. "I'm warning you."
“Go ahead. Take your best shot.” They make a grand show of opening their arms and leaving their chest exposed. “One shot.”
He doesn't move. "What do you want????!"
“All i want to do is take a look at this bag.”
"IT'S NONE OF YOUR (GP)ING BUISNESS!"
“Then take the shot.”
"This... this is your last warning!" He steps forwards a bit.
“I don’t need any more.”
He barks loudly and leaps forwards, bashing down the blade.
To Hit: 7
Damage: 5
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Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub!You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
It leans in a bit closer. "How did you get those oils? Did you make them, or find them? If the first, how? If the second, where?"
"Tails... Tails made them... it's just his skill he guesses." He begins slowly backing away anxiously
It slowly advances, rearing up on its centipede body and leaning in a bit closer. "Fascinating... out of what? What materials did you use?"
"Ummm... just some stuff he found," he stutters
"I see... well, then, you've answered every question I had. Have a good day, Tails." With that, Myria moves past him and clambers up a wall and out of sight.
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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 leans in a bit closer. "How did you get those oils? Did you make them, or find them? If the first, how? If the second, where?"
"Tails... Tails made them... it's just his skill he guesses." He begins slowly backing away anxiously
It slowly advances, rearing up on its centipede body and leaning in a bit closer. "Fascinating... out of what? What materials did you use?"
"Ummm... just some stuff he found," he stutters
"I see... well, then, you've answered every question I had. Have a good day, Tails." With that, Myria moves past him and clambers up a wall and out of sight.
He stands shaking in the street, even after Myria has disapeared
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"I am Myria. What is that you carry, Tails?" It points a long wire finger at the bottle of oil.
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)
“Go ahead. Take your best shot.” They make a grand show of opening their arms and leaving their chest exposed. “One shot.”
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!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
He doesn't move. "What do you want????!"
Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
He twitches involentarily and hides the bottle behind his back. "Nothing... Tails hasn't got nothing."
Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
“All i want to do is take a look at this bag.”
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!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"IT'S NONE OF YOUR (GP)ING BUISNESS!"
Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
It circles around him, its many legs making a cacophony of tapping as it does. "Do you think you're being clever? What's in the bottle?"
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)
“Then take the shot.”
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!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Oh... that bottle." He shakes nervously. "Just some worthless oils. Nothing you would be wanting."
Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
"This... this is your last warning!" He steps forwards a bit.
Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
"Oils? Intriguing. What for?"
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)
"They..." He lowers his voice to a grinding whisper. "They keep the rusting at bay for Tails."
Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
*Cut for Myria and Tails*
It leans in a bit closer. "How did you get those oils? Did you make them, or find them? If the first, how? If the second, where?"
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)
"Tails... Tails made them... it's just his skill he guesses." He begins slowly backing away anxiously
Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
It slowly advances, rearing up on its centipede body and leaning in a bit closer. "Fascinating... out of what? What materials did you use?"
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 need any more.”
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!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Ummm... just some stuff he found," he stutters
Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
He barks loudly and leaps forwards, bashing down the blade.
To Hit: 7
Damage: 5
Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
"I see... well, then, you've answered every question I had. Have a good day, Tails." With that, Myria moves past him and clambers up a wall and out of sight.
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 stands shaking in the street, even after Myria has disapeared
Hiya, what's up?! It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!