She laughs a bit to herself as her disguise fully falls away, revealing a four-armed humanoid horror clad in chitinous silver plating, with twitching green eyes and wiring around the joints. "If it's any comfort, I'm not doing this to carry out his revenge- I just want the bounty and a chance to shake off some rust." She starts, cracking her knuckles with the sickening sound of snapping bones. "Nothing personal, just doing my job..." She flourishes her blade- a rapier made from accumulated Dark Energy- as her mask shifts to a wide, toothy grin. "...but oh boy, do I love my job!"
Roll initiative! The Architect: 24
Roadkill Charlie: 11
"Thanks, that's a real comfort." He says sarcastically. Baseball bats of Dark Energy form in the fists of three of the punks. One of them summons a length of chain that he begins swinging above his head. "It makes me feel a lot better that the end of my life means nothing to you."
"Oh, don't you worry- I won't kill you. I'll just beat you within an inch of your life." She charges forward at the green-haired Charlie, making four swift strikes with her weapon and her myriad clawed arms as she howls with laughter, an aura of utter terror emanating from her (Assuming all the Charlies are within 60 feet of her, they need to make DC 20 Wisdom saves, becoming frightened on a failure. If they succeed, they're immune to her Frightful Presence for 24 hours.) Attack 1: 15 to hit, 10 slashing damage plus 7 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 13 to hit, 15 slashing damage plus 5 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 26 to hit, 15 slashing damage plus 6 necrotic damage. Attack 4: 19 to hit, 19 slashing damage plus 2 necrotic damage.
She then prepares herself for any counter-attacks, taking the Dodge action as a bonus action.
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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)
Amatarou sets down a box, looking at Quinn. "Hey, man. How you doing?"
Felix's nose twitches, and he brings a bowl of soup and a spoon to the hidden Slink.
'I'm good. Been to the library, done some research. You know the guy with the metal arms? Been talking to him'
Slink takes the soup, slurping it down. 'Don't worry about me. And no, I'm not the guy with the bounty'
"He knows what he's doing. Well, at least I think he does. What did he tell you?"
"I don't worry. If I'm concerned, I act on it." The soup is good, warm, and even has some actual chicken in it. "You don't seem like you'd have a bounty on your head, even if you do crawl around in vents. You must be really flexible to do that, huh?"
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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 laughs a bit to herself as her disguise fully falls away, revealing a four-armed humanoid horror clad in chitinous silver plating, with twitching green eyes and wiring around the joints. "If it's any comfort, I'm not doing this to carry out his revenge- I just want the bounty and a chance to shake off some rust." She starts, cracking her knuckles with the sickening sound of snapping bones. "Nothing personal, just doing my job..." She flourishes her blade- a rapier made from accumulated Dark Energy- as her mask shifts to a wide, toothy grin. "...but oh boy, do I love my job!"
Roll initiative! The Architect: 24
Roadkill Charlie: 11
"Thanks, that's a real comfort." He says sarcastically. Baseball bats of Dark Energy form in the fists of three of the punks. One of them summons a length of chain that he begins swinging above his head. "It makes me feel a lot better that the end of my life means nothing to you."
"Oh, don't you worry- I won't kill you. I'll just beat you within an inch of your life." She charges forward at the green-haired Charlie, making four swift strikes with her weapon and her myriad clawed arms as she howls with laughter, an aura of utter terror emanating from her (Assuming all the Charlies are within 60 feet of her, they need to make DC 20 Wisdom saves, becoming frightened on a failure. If they succeed, they're immune to her Frightful Presence for 24 hours.) Attack 1: 19 to hit, 11 slashing damage plus 5 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 21 to hit, 16 slashing damage plus 6 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 15 to hit, 21 slashing damage plus 7 necrotic damage. Attack 4: 25 to hit, 8 slashing damage plus 8 necrotic damage.
She then prepares herself for any counter-attacks, taking the Dodge action as a bonus action.
*All the Charlie's share one saving throw against the frightening effect, but they do have advantage. 23*
All but one of your attacks connect with the target and you feel it hitting his Paranormal Armor but they don't seem to have any effect on him. He laughs and you see the shirt underneath the jacket with the words, Can't Touch This.
"We'll see who gets a beating!" The Charlie's strike back at you with a whirlwind of bludgeoning bats and swinging chains. Their teeth are gritted and their eyes glow as if they were aflame.
Attack 1: 25 to hit, 6 bludgeoning damage; Attack 2: 23 to hit, 7 bludgeoning damage; Attack 3: 16 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage. Attack 4 (Chain): 27 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage. On a hit you must make a DC 14 Strength saving throw or be restrained.
She laughs a bit to herself as her disguise fully falls away, revealing a four-armed humanoid horror clad in chitinous silver plating, with twitching green eyes and wiring around the joints. "If it's any comfort, I'm not doing this to carry out his revenge- I just want the bounty and a chance to shake off some rust." She starts, cracking her knuckles with the sickening sound of snapping bones. "Nothing personal, just doing my job..." She flourishes her blade- a rapier made from accumulated Dark Energy- as her mask shifts to a wide, toothy grin. "...but oh boy, do I love my job!"
Roll initiative! The Architect: 24
Roadkill Charlie: 11
"Thanks, that's a real comfort." He says sarcastically. Baseball bats of Dark Energy form in the fists of three of the punks. One of them summons a length of chain that he begins swinging above his head. "It makes me feel a lot better that the end of my life means nothing to you."
"Oh, don't you worry- I won't kill you. I'll just beat you within an inch of your life." She charges forward at the green-haired Charlie, making four swift strikes with her weapon and her myriad clawed arms as she howls with laughter, an aura of utter terror emanating from her (Assuming all the Charlies are within 60 feet of her, they need to make DC 20 Wisdom saves, becoming frightened on a failure. If they succeed, they're immune to her Frightful Presence for 24 hours.) Attack 1: 19 to hit, 11 slashing damage plus 5 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 21 to hit, 16 slashing damage plus 6 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 15 to hit, 21 slashing damage plus 7 necrotic damage. Attack 4: 25 to hit, 8 slashing damage plus 8 necrotic damage.
She then prepares herself for any counter-attacks, taking the Dodge action as a bonus action.
*All the Charlie's share one saving throw against the frightening effect, but they do have advantage. 23*
All but one of your attacks connect with the target and you feel it hitting his Paranormal Armor but they don't seem to have any effect on him. He laughs and you see the shirt underneath the jacket with the words, Can't Touch This.
"We'll see who gets a beating!" The Charlie's strike back at you with a whirlwind of bludgeoning bats and swinging chains. Their teeth are gritted and their eyes glow as if they were aflame.
Attack 1: 25 to hit, 6 bludgeoning damage; Attack 2: 23 to hit, 7 bludgeoning damage; Attack 3: 16 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage. Attack 4 (Chain): 27 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage. On a hit you must make a DC 14 Strength saving throw or be restrained.
*Sorry I just realized that I should have had disadvantage on those attacks. I will role the second rolls here.*
Attack 1: 12 to hit; Attack 2: 12 to hit; Attack 3: 16 to hit; Attack 4: 15 to hit;
He doesn't turn to look at her. "I have special skills. Or, senses, as it is. You know how some people have a second sight that lets them perceive just about everything? I have that, but for me, it's smell and taste. It's usually not a pleasant experience. You can close a third eye, but third olfactory and gustatory nerve centers? Can't do much to close those off. Most Nightmares carry a sort of... fermented smell. Lords are less predictable. You have a sort of funnel cake scent: weird and unhealthy and creative, likely revealing a complex network of textures and flavors that I'll never discover."
"Intriguing... I'm oddly flattered, in a way." She stands up from the table, ambling about the place. "I can sense something with you as well. Not quite nightmarish, but not quite human either. I find it very curious indeed. I imagine that has something to do with your special senses, as you put it?"
"I never got checked for anything. The NEO doesn't understand or like me, so they avoid me when they can and hunt me when they can't. I've done some exorcisms, raised some lesser Nightmares to adulthood, and generally haven't signed allegiance to anyone. Everyone has good and bad in them, so I don't see the point in permanently swearing 'yes' to everything they say or ask of me based on politics." He finally turns to look at her with his glowing spiral eyes. "Oh, you're cloaked! That means I can see you. Most lords don't bother with that, so I have to rely on other senses."
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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 laughs a bit to herself as her disguise fully falls away, revealing a four-armed humanoid horror clad in chitinous silver plating, with twitching green eyes and wiring around the joints. "If it's any comfort, I'm not doing this to carry out his revenge- I just want the bounty and a chance to shake off some rust." She starts, cracking her knuckles with the sickening sound of snapping bones. "Nothing personal, just doing my job..." She flourishes her blade- a rapier made from accumulated Dark Energy- as her mask shifts to a wide, toothy grin. "...but oh boy, do I love my job!"
Roll initiative! The Architect: 24
Roadkill Charlie: 11
"Thanks, that's a real comfort." He says sarcastically. Baseball bats of Dark Energy form in the fists of three of the punks. One of them summons a length of chain that he begins swinging above his head. "It makes me feel a lot better that the end of my life means nothing to you."
"Oh, don't you worry- I won't kill you. I'll just beat you within an inch of your life." She charges forward at the green-haired Charlie, making four swift strikes with her weapon and her myriad clawed arms as she howls with laughter, an aura of utter terror emanating from her (Assuming all the Charlies are within 60 feet of her, they need to make DC 20 Wisdom saves, becoming frightened on a failure. If they succeed, they're immune to her Frightful Presence for 24 hours.) Attack 1: 19 to hit, 11 slashing damage plus 5 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 21 to hit, 16 slashing damage plus 6 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 15 to hit, 21 slashing damage plus 7 necrotic damage. Attack 4: 25 to hit, 8 slashing damage plus 8 necrotic damage.
She then prepares herself for any counter-attacks, taking the Dodge action as a bonus action.
*All the Charlie's share one saving throw against the frightening effect, but they do have advantage. 23*
All but one of your attacks connect with the target and you feel it hitting his Paranormal Armor but they don't seem to have any effect on him. He laughs and you see the shirt underneath the jacket with the words, Can't Touch This.
"We'll see who gets a beating!" The Charlie's strike back at you with a whirlwind of bludgeoning bats and swinging chains. Their teeth are gritted and their eyes glow as if they were aflame.
Attack 1: 25 to hit, 6 bludgeoning damage; Attack 2: 23 to hit, 7 bludgeoning damage; Attack 3: 16 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage. Attack 4 (Chain): 27 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage. On a hit you must make a DC 14 Strength saving throw or be restrained.
*Sorry I just realized that I should have had disadvantage on those attacks. I will role the second rolls here.*
Attack 1: 12 to hit; Attack 2: 12 to hit; Attack 3: 16 to hit; Attack 4: 15 to hit;
*Oh dear, sorry about the long delay*
None of the attacks do any damage, their blows glancing off her Paranormal armor as she stands there cackling. She lunges forward at the green-haired Charlie again, making another three rapid strikes at him.
Attack 1: 9 to hit, 17 piercing damage plus 3 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 25 to hit, 12 piercing damage plus 4 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 12 to hit, 14 piercing damage plus 5 necrotic damage.
She then takes the Disengage action, skittering 40 feet away on myriad spider-like legs that emerge from her back.
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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 doesn't turn to look at her. "I have special skills. Or, senses, as it is. You know how some people have a second sight that lets them perceive just about everything? I have that, but for me, it's smell and taste. It's usually not a pleasant experience. You can close a third eye, but third olfactory and gustatory nerve centers? Can't do much to close those off. Most Nightmares carry a sort of... fermented smell. Lords are less predictable. You have a sort of funnel cake scent: weird and unhealthy and creative, likely revealing a complex network of textures and flavors that I'll never discover."
"Intriguing... I'm oddly flattered, in a way." She stands up from the table, ambling about the place. "I can sense something with you as well. Not quite nightmarish, but not quite human either. I find it very curious indeed. I imagine that has something to do with your special senses, as you put it?"
"I never got checked for anything. The NEO doesn't understand or like me, so they avoid me when they can and hunt me when they can't. I've done some exorcisms, raised some lesser Nightmares to adulthood, and generally haven't signed allegiance to anyone. Everyone has good and bad in them, so I don't see the point in permanently swearing 'yes' to everything they say or ask of me based on politics." He finally turns to look at her with his glowing spiral eyes. "Oh, you're cloaked! That means I can see you. Most lords don't bother with that, so I have to rely on other senses."
"Yep- I know it doesn't really do much to hide me, but I rarely ever want to hide. It's so boring." She explains, smiling from behind her mask. "I can respect the desire not to pick sides- I do something similar, though my reason isn't quite so virtuous. By the way, what's your name?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I never got checked for anything. The NEO doesn't understand or like me, so they avoid me when they can and hunt me when they can't. I've done some exorcisms, raised some lesser Nightmares to adulthood, and generally haven't signed allegiance to anyone. Everyone has good and bad in them, so I don't see the point in permanently swearing 'yes' to everything they say or ask of me based on politics." He finally turns to look at her with his glowing spiral eyes. "Oh, you're cloaked! That means I can see you. Most lords don't bother with that, so I have to rely on other senses."
"Yep- I know it doesn't really do much to hide me, but I rarely ever want to hide. It's so boring." She explains, smiling from behind her mask. "I can respect the desire not to pick sides- I do something similar, though my reason isn't quite so virtuous. By the way, what's your name?"
"Felix Ambersmoke. I'm the manager here. We're out of coffee right now, but I just ordered some. Is there anything you would like while 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.
"I never got checked for anything. The NEO doesn't understand or like me, so they avoid me when they can and hunt me when they can't. I've done some exorcisms, raised some lesser Nightmares to adulthood, and generally haven't signed allegiance to anyone. Everyone has good and bad in them, so I don't see the point in permanently swearing 'yes' to everything they say or ask of me based on politics." He finally turns to look at her with his glowing spiral eyes. "Oh, you're cloaked! That means I can see you. Most lords don't bother with that, so I have to rely on other senses."
"Yep- I know it doesn't really do much to hide me, but I rarely ever want to hide. It's so boring." She explains, smiling from behind her mask. "I can respect the desire not to pick sides- I do something similar, though my reason isn't quite so virtuous. By the way, what's your name?"
"Felix Ambersmoke. I'm the manager here. We're out of coffee right now, but I just ordered some. Is there anything you would like while you're here?"
"Nice to meet you, Felix. Oh, and I'll just have a water, thank you." She responds, her mask showing a grinning face. "How long have you been running this place?"
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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)
"Felix Ambersmoke. I'm the manager here. We're out of coffee right now, but I just ordered some. Is there anything you would like while you're here?"
"Nice to meet you, Felix. Oh, and I'll just have a water, thank you." She responds, her mask showing a grinning face. "How long have you been running this place?"
He gets her a big glass of ice water. "A while now." He counts on his darkened fingers. "Two years plus like... three months. This is one of the few places where rioters don't really go if they expect to survive the night. You've heard the joke, right? 'There is one question in the interview, and it's "Can you fight?"' That joke exists for a reason. I mean, Violence got in here no sweat."
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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.
"Felix Ambersmoke. I'm the manager here. We're out of coffee right now, but I just ordered some. Is there anything you would like while you're here?"
"Nice to meet you, Felix. Oh, and I'll just have a water, thank you." She responds, her mask showing a grinning face. "How long have you been running this place?"
He gets her a big glass of ice water. "A while now." He counts on his darkened fingers. "Two years plus like... three months. This is one of the few places where rioters don't really go if they expect to survive the night. You've heard the joke, right? 'There is one question in the interview, and it's "Can you fight?"' That joke exists for a reason. I mean, Violence got in here no sweat."
"I see... I'm guessing that question isn't entirely a joke? Makes sense, what with how often fights happen here..." Her mask splits vertically down the middle into a mouth, and she takes a sip of water. "I'm guilty of it myself."
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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 gets her a big glass of ice water. "A while now." He counts on his darkened fingers. "Two years plus like... three months. This is one of the few places where rioters don't really go if they expect to survive the night. You've heard the joke, right? 'There is one question in the interview, and it's "Can you fight?"' That joke exists for a reason. I mean, Violence got in here no sweat."
"I see... I'm guessing that question isn't entirely a joke? Makes sense, what with how often fights happen here..." Her mask splits vertically down the middle into a mouth, and she takes a sip of water. "I'm guilty of it myself."
"Fair enough. Violence is a necessary pert of society." He sits down across from her. "Is it hard to eat with a vertical mouth with no lips or cheeks? It seems like food would fall out."
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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 gets her a big glass of ice water. "A while now." He counts on his darkened fingers. "Two years plus like... three months. This is one of the few places where rioters don't really go if they expect to survive the night. You've heard the joke, right? 'There is one question in the interview, and it's "Can you fight?"' That joke exists for a reason. I mean, Violence got in here no sweat."
"I see... I'm guessing that question isn't entirely a joke? Makes sense, what with how often fights happen here..." Her mask splits vertically down the middle into a mouth, and she takes a sip of water. "I'm guilty of it myself."
"Fair enough. Violence is a necessary pert of society." He sits down across from her. "Is it hard to eat with a vertical mouth with no lips or cheeks? It seems like food would fall out."
"It was at first- took a while to get used to it. The trick is, since I don't need to breathe and all the food just gets de-materialized anyway, I can just swallow it whole." She explains nonchalantly, as if this was completely normal.
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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)
"Fair enough. Violence is a necessary pert of society." He sits down across from her. "Is it hard to eat with a vertical mouth with no lips or cheeks? It seems like food would fall out."
"It was at first- took a while to get used to it. The trick is, since I don't need to breathe and all the food just gets de-materialized anyway, I can just swallow it whole." She explains nonchalantly, as if this was completely normal.
"Hm. But doesn't that take some enjoyment out of it? You can't really savor it that way."
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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.
"Fair enough. Violence is a necessary pert of society." He sits down across from her. "Is it hard to eat with a vertical mouth with no lips or cheeks? It seems like food would fall out."
"It was at first- took a while to get used to it. The trick is, since I don't need to breathe and all the food just gets de-materialized anyway, I can just swallow it whole." She explains nonchalantly, as if this was completely normal.
"Hm. But doesn't that take some enjoyment out of it? You can't really savor it that way."
She thinks about it, sighing a bit. "Yeah, you're right. I do kinda miss being able to properly enjoy food." Her mask closes up again, shifting to a neutral expression.
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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)
"Hm. But doesn't that take some enjoyment out of it? You can't really savor it that way."
She thinks about it, sighing a bit. "Yeah, you're right. I do kinda miss being able to properly enjoy food." Her mask closes up again, shifting to a neutral expression.
"Maybe I could make you a second mask that allowed for proper mastication. It would look significantly different from your current one, and I don't think it would be able to warp like yours, but it could make you able to enjoy food better." He begins sketching a design on a napkin. "A humanoid jaw with lips and cheeks... oooh, that's plenty creepy."
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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.
"Hm. But doesn't that take some enjoyment out of it? You can't really savor it that way."
She thinks about it, sighing a bit. "Yeah, you're right. I do kinda miss being able to properly enjoy food." Her mask closes up again, shifting to a neutral expression.
"Maybe I could make you a second mask that allowed for proper mastication. It would look significantly different from your current one, and I don't think it would be able to warp like yours, but it could make you able to enjoy food better." He begins sketching a design on a napkin. "A humanoid jaw with lips and cheeks... oooh, that's plenty creepy."
She watches him sketch the design, her mask again 'smiling'. "That would be incredible! And in exchange, I could make something that'll help with running this place, if you'd like. Maybe a collection unit so this place can run on Dark Energy. How's that sound?"
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"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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Amatarou sets down a box, looking at Quinn. "Hey, man. How you doing?"
Felix's nose twitches, and he brings a bowl of soup and a spoon to the hidden Slink.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, don't you worry- I won't kill you. I'll just beat you within an inch of your life." She charges forward at the green-haired Charlie, making four swift strikes with her weapon and her myriad clawed arms as she howls with laughter, an aura of utter terror emanating from her (Assuming all the Charlies are within 60 feet of her, they need to make DC 20 Wisdom saves, becoming frightened on a failure. If they succeed, they're immune to her Frightful Presence for 24 hours.)
Attack 1: 15 to hit, 10 slashing damage plus 7 necrotic damage.
Attack 2: 13 to hit, 15 slashing damage plus 5 necrotic damage.
Attack 3: 26 to hit, 15 slashing damage plus 6 necrotic damage.
Attack 4: 19 to hit, 19 slashing damage plus 2 necrotic damage.
She then prepares herself for any counter-attacks, taking the Dodge action as a bonus action.
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'm good. Been to the library, done some research. You know the guy with the metal arms? Been talking to him'
Slink takes the soup, slurping it down. 'Don't worry about me. And no, I'm not the guy with the bounty'
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"He knows what he's doing. Well, at least I think he does. What did he tell you?"
"I don't worry. If I'm concerned, I act on it." The soup is good, warm, and even has some actual chicken in it. "You don't seem like you'd have a bounty on your head, even if you do crawl around in vents. You must be really flexible to do that, huh?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*All the Charlie's share one saving throw against the frightening effect, but they do have advantage. 23*
All but one of your attacks connect with the target and you feel it hitting his Paranormal Armor but they don't seem to have any effect on him. He laughs and you see the shirt underneath the jacket with the words, Can't Touch This.
"We'll see who gets a beating!" The Charlie's strike back at you with a whirlwind of bludgeoning bats and swinging chains. Their teeth are gritted and their eyes glow as if they were aflame.
Attack 1: 25 to hit, 6 bludgeoning damage; Attack 2: 23 to hit, 7 bludgeoning damage; Attack 3: 16 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage. Attack 4 (Chain): 27 to hit, 10 bludgeoning damage. On a hit you must make a DC 14 Strength saving throw or be restrained.
*Sorry I just realized that I should have had disadvantage on those attacks. I will role the second rolls here.*
Attack 1: 12 to hit; Attack 2: 12 to hit; Attack 3: 16 to hit; Attack 4: 15 to hit;
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh dear, sorry about the long delay*
None of the attacks do any damage, their blows glancing off her Paranormal armor as she stands there cackling. She lunges forward at the green-haired Charlie again, making another three rapid strikes at him.
Attack 1: 9 to hit, 17 piercing damage plus 3 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 25 to hit, 12 piercing damage plus 4 necrotic damage. Attack 3: 12 to hit, 14 piercing damage plus 5 necrotic damage.
She then takes the Disengage action, skittering 40 feet away on myriad spider-like legs that emerge from her back.
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)
"Yep- I know it doesn't really do much to hide me, but I rarely ever want to hide. It's so boring." She explains, smiling from behind her mask. "I can respect the desire not to pick sides- I do something similar, though my reason isn't quite so virtuous. By the way, what's your name?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Felix Ambersmoke. I'm the manager here. We're out of coffee right now, but I just ordered some. Is there anything you would like while 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.
"Nice to meet you, Felix. Oh, and I'll just have a water, thank you." She responds, her mask showing a grinning face. "How long have you been running this place?"
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 gets her a big glass of ice water. "A while now." He counts on his darkened fingers. "Two years plus like... three months. This is one of the few places where rioters don't really go if they expect to survive the night. You've heard the joke, right? 'There is one question in the interview, and it's "Can you fight?"' That joke exists for a reason. I mean, Violence got in here no sweat."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see... I'm guessing that question isn't entirely a joke? Makes sense, what with how often fights happen here..." Her mask splits vertically down the middle into a mouth, and she takes a sip of water. "I'm guilty of it myself."
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)
"Fair enough. Violence is a necessary pert of society." He sits down across from her. "Is it hard to eat with a vertical mouth with no lips or cheeks? It seems like food would fall out."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It was at first- took a while to get used to it. The trick is, since I don't need to breathe and all the food just gets de-materialized anyway, I can just swallow it whole." She explains nonchalantly, as if this was completely normal.
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)
"Hm. But doesn't that take some enjoyment out of it? You can't really savor it that way."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Does anybody want to rp?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She thinks about it, sighing a bit. "Yeah, you're right. I do kinda miss being able to properly enjoy food." Her mask closes up again, shifting to a neutral expression.
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)
"Maybe I could make you a second mask that allowed for proper mastication. It would look significantly different from your current one, and I don't think it would be able to warp like yours, but it could make you able to enjoy food better." He begins sketching a design on a napkin. "A humanoid jaw with lips and cheeks... oooh, that's plenty creepy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She watches him sketch the design, her mask again 'smiling'. "That would be incredible! And in exchange, I could make something that'll help with running this place, if you'd like. Maybe a collection unit so this place can run on Dark Energy. How's that sound?"
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)